The film’s highlight is Amanda, a tempest of fully embodied desperation and psychosis.
Michael Cimino’s confused neo-noir Desperate Hours receives a solid but barebones Blu-ray from MVD.
This release comes outfitted with a spectacular array of fascinating extras and the best transfer of the film to date.
It improves on the original with inventive, gracefully repulsive special effects and an agreeable post-Watergate anti-authoritarian message.
All of them have earned their right to be here, either by standing on the shoulders of giants or wildly impaling creatures of the night.
Billy Bob Thornton’s ensemble Southern family dramedy fails to subvert its cutesy formula often enough.
The second season of Anger Management is mostly a depressing slog, lacking even the calculated urgency that characterized the first season.
Only one line anywhere in this show manages to ring true, and for an unintended reason: “This is what we in therapy call a train wreck.”
Spoilers ahead, this is going to get ugly.
The Saw franchise goes, ugh, topical with this sixth installment.
What makes the whole thing gel successfully is a canny creative team.
It’s hardly surprising that the story is merely an excessively convoluted rehash of its predecessors.
In general, Saw III simply peddles gruesomeness of a disgusting rather than frightening order.
The film is unable to deliver the single novel concept or unexpected surprise that might justify its existence.
The film doesn’t announce first-time director James Wan as a new auteur, but as a media-saturated copycat.