Alligator get an incredible split polish, though the extras don’t live up to the promise of its “collector’s edition” designation.
For its first 4K UHD package, the Criterion Collection gives David Lynch’s masterpiece its best home video presentation to date.
Writer-director Jim Cummings reinvigorates an oft-told tale with personal, thorny preoccupations.
The film mixes a self-help message with moments of hard, cruel detail.
The Oscar-nominated actor brought a sense of honor and dignity to every role he played.
One may wish that as the storyline pushes forward that it succumbed less to portentous melodrama.
Damsel ends up feeling like a festival-land breakout comedy short dragged out for two interminable hours.
The finale invites us to inquire into our own motives for wanting to revisit the series.
Even apologists for deep-seated perversity will have a tough time justifying long stretches of the latest episode.
The episode divides its time between domestic drama, overarching mythology, and seriocomic pop surrealism.
The episode’s frequent matched pairs and expository repetitions seem to draw attention to themselves.
The episode uses David Lynch’s abiding preoccupation with mirror imagery as an often subtle structural device.
The episode’s emotional epicenter is Bobby Briggs, now white-haired and working as a deputy for the department.
All the narrative hopscotching is little more than a superficial ploy to gussy up a clichéd redemption tale.
The premise is undermined by the film’s tendency to soft-pedal the dangerous situations it sets up.
Like its predecessor, Babak Najafi’s London Has Fallen is content to dumbly relish in the inanity of Mike’s rampage.
The film finally nets the beautiful, evocative disc it’s long deserved, in a rare case of reality fulfilling a dream.
This is the kind of filmmaking that gets touted as “workmanlike” when it’s really straight-laced to the point of tepidness.
Schlock films tend to have a certain sort of free-associative, on-the-fly intensity, even if they’re ultimately unwatchable.
Much like a spate of recent summer blockbusters, there’s a tiring sense that every single facet of the narrative has to be rendered with truculent solemnity.