At its best, Damsel suggests a dark fantasy riff on Neil Marshall’s The Descent.
Hugo’s celebration of Méliès doesn’t celebrate form. Rather, it celebrates celebration.
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The Looney Tunes-esque joy with which the film delivers its parodies is infectious.
Black Widow isn’t terribly hard to follow, but in execution the film moves so haphazardly as to be bewildering.
Paramount Home Entertainment’s UHD discs add to an already impressive 4K roster for Spielberg’s filmography.
It’s rarely clear where we are or how we got here, but it nonetheless delivers some vertiginous 3D thrills.
It wants for a keener vision of corrupted power, but at least it navigates its main character’s sudden slew of infidelities without banalizing them.
The lack of visual ingenuity, reflexivity, or awareness of genre tropes diminishes the pleasures of the action’s involving kineticism.
Once the money shots of Aronofsky’s version recede, it becomes ever more clear that his intention is to tackle the capriciousness of Old Testament logic.
The film’s considered, half-fictional approach perfectly serves an artist who’s always been in the process of making and remaking his own mercurial image.
The film’s title may not apply to any one of its characters, but this 1080p transfer is one sexy…ahem, well, you get it.
One of Clarke’s most uncompromising docudramas, Scum rises to the top with a sterling new Blu-ray transfer from Kino.
The very release of The Sweeney feels discernably like a strike-while-the-iron’s-hot career move for Plan B.
One of the most honest and detailed documents of the mid-'60s mod subculture in existence.
The film updates the fairest fairy tale of them all with more-grim-than-Grimm conviction.
A disappointing slog from the artist formerly known as Martin Scorsese gets a predictably perfect high-def standing ovation.
A forgettable gangster movie gets a pointedly indifferent Blu-ray treatment.
If you own the 2009 Blu-ray, and you’re happy with it, there’s no need to subsidize the present custodians of Miramax’s catalogue.
Martin Scorsese’s affection for cinema is, of course, no surprise, and Hugo doesn’t shy away from stumping for the cause of his Film Foundation.
Equally indebted to Martin Scorsese, Guy Ritchie, and Giorgio Armani, London Boulevard represents the apotheosis of style over substance.