This release enshrines the film’s position as one of the pivotal works of the New Hollywood era.
Scorsese’s engrossing historical thriller is a three-hander on an epic canvas.
What lingers most readily from Amsterdam are the little privileged moments.
Michael Mann’s moody crime classic gets a definitive release in the UHD format.
Criterion gives the film the monumental release it deserves, complementing a flawless transfer with head-spinning extras.
Paramount gives De Palma’s opulent crime epic a home-video presentation that’s worthy of its sumptuous sense of visual invention.
A film as misshapen and compelling as its central creature, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a beautiful monstrosity in 4K.
The Godfather films have set home-video standards for decades, and that trend continues with Paramount’s astonishing 4K restorations.
Criterion’s exacting presentation of Scorsese’s late-inning masterpiece is a testament to the enduring value of physical media.
Only when left to their own devices do the film’s stars enter the less manic, more heartfelt realm of the book.
The quality and scope of this set makes it one of the most impressive home-video releases of all time.
New York, New York, like most Martin Scorsese films, is about the trials and glories of making art.
The film feels composed of burnished, often blackly funny, fragments of erratic memory.
The film is one that might have been dreamed up by one of the cynical douche bros from the Hangover during a blacked-out stupor.
Today, Netflix has given us our first look at the film, which stars Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, and Joe Pesci.
These films are as elegant as they are expansive, acutely perceptive and operatic in their high emotions.
There’s a little Charlie Chaplin in the Joker’s steps early on, before madness grips him in ways that would probably make Pennywise shudder.
Nearly everything in Taylor Hackford’s tin-eared comedy is as ersatz as the Robert De Niro character’s rage is real.
The Panamanian-born Roberto Duran’s story has all the makings of a fascinating film, but Hands of Stone isn’t it.
The film emerges as something chillingly akin to the unholy love child of Judd Apatow and Donald Trump.