This release is among the most jaw-dropping transfers ever encoded onto Blu-ray.
Beyond being asinine and unwittingly cryptic, the film is also a slice of unintentional sleaze.
When it comes time to resolve the plot, the story simply falls to pieces.
Fincher’s reputation as the best modern American director is further reinforced by this disc.
This is really nothing more than the story of girls running to and from their daddies, and no matter how you dress it up, it’s inherently retrograde.
Under the Cherry Moon is terrible, and it really didn’t have to be.
Beverly Hills Cop’s emergence on Blu-ray is barely a step up from its DVD treatment.
When not simply functioning as a sorry excuse for a thriller, The Tourist also operates as the Angelina Jolie Ego Trip Show.
It was a joke, of course. But not entirely. Rambo II offered not just entertainment, but lessons.
44 Inch Chest parades profanity, jumbled chronology, and limp psychodrama.
Graeme Obree is clearly a great man, but you wouldn’t know it from this uncomplicated evocation of his life and successes.
A fatalistic tale of identity, destiny, coincidence, existential malaise, and the boundaries between the real and the imagined.