SHAMPOO Criterion Blu-ray Review
This is absolutely the version of Shampoo to own based solely on the immaculate restoration Criterion has done for Ashby's underappreciated masterwork.
This is absolutely the version of Shampoo to own based solely on the immaculate restoration Criterion has done for Ashby's underappreciated masterwork.
Though unapologetic in how differently it approaches tone, style and narrative from the glossy Argento classic, as a companion piece, Suspiria fleshes out the ideas present in the original and elevates them to a grandiose distinction
Goddard's film proves itself a slick, stylish crime drama that is mainly confused in the structural department.
Green's Halloween is a return to form for the franchise that feels worthy to close the book on Haddenfield that Carpenter and Hill opened 40 years ago.
Perhaps, on paper, this half-baked, undead slasher about a metalhead rising from his unjust grave and taking it out on the living works, but I have my doubts.
The Queen of Hollywood Blvd bores one to tears with its attempts at pulp fiction and making viewers uncomfortable with its superfluous amount of T&A.
Good intentions mean a lot and Gold would know more about the disabled Hollywood experience than any of us, but this does not make her film any less better structured or clear in its overall intention. I applaud her for wanting to open up the conversation, but opening it up does not go far enough, especially when we have known the conversation has existed long before Gold's film came to be.
Though it puts a strong foot forward, the more I Think We're Alone Now and Del opens up to you the more predictable and meandering its vision of unconventional friendships for the end of the world becomes.
With his latest, maverick actor/director Shinya Tsukamoto continues his later career's exploration of more traditional genre forms examined under his iconoclast perspective with the condensed and eclectic samurai drama Killing.
Let the Corpses Tan proves itself trapped between its acid-western origin point and its generic shoot-em-up plot structure, unable to artistically rectify the two poles of its superficial identity.
A Whale of a Tale is the intermediate approach writ large, and though it has its moments in dispelling The Cove's hypocrisy and misinformation and shattering the Taiji fishermen's inaccurate cultural justification for their brutal practice, it is still the meager sucker fish clinging to another film for dear life while being inconsequential in its own terms.
There is just something missing here that would make Christopher Robin worth the Disney-prescribed injection of medicinal nostalgia for trying times.
My eyes glazed over as Elizabeth Harvest stumbled to retroactively unspoil itself while attempting to gaslight you into believing its twist was actually brilliant and original with the right context.
Caught in the reflection of a looming global conflict, the carefree souls that fill out Nobuhiko Obayashi’s unsurprisingly absurd and surreal latest waste away their last few months of innocence while the world and its war threaten to encroach on their idyllic
Filmed in sterile monochrome, with an almost clinical restraint, The Forest of the Lost Souls strives to mask its chosen forest with an ethereal cloak that would hope to convince the viewer something abstruse was lurking behind its utterly mundane locale.
We Make Antiques! is middling inconsequential comedy and that is all it really has to be.