It finally gets a home-video release worthy of purchase, sporting excellent video, flawless audio, and a bounty of well-sourced extras.
The original version of Frank Oz’s film is now finally allowed to run rampant over expectations and popular discretion, as intended.
We’re past the tipping point where the faithfulness to the source material has unquestionably revealed its shortcomings.
Sigourney Weaver (as the thinking leg-man’s ideal woman) makes a pretty good case for the benefits of the elite class.
One of the great fringe benefits of long-term exposure to the film canon is validating pre-exposure favorites by virtue of comparing them to the canon’s unassailable titans.
Parenthood is a four-family, four-hankie weepie in which most of the characters talk like screenwriters.
The supporting comedy troupe of animal goofballs and the embarrassing Earth Mother chants by Phil Collins further remove us from the world of the sacred past and straight into a Disney marketeer’s cubicle.