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Since we know how important at-home-entertainment is for all of us – every week we do a little “what’s getting released on DVD/on demand/Netflix this week” round up for you, with nice little excerpts of our past reviews and more. You’ll love it. Trust us.


  • Jem and the Holograms. Here’s what we said in our original review:
    For a pre-teen audience, perhaps the music and colors will be enough. Maybe today’s tweens won’t get bored by the dead-father-scavenger-hunt plot. Maybe they won’t notice that the audiences at every one of teenage Jem’s shows are made up of adults over the age of 30. Maybe they won’t recognize the offensively cheesy dialogue or outlandish plot points, and maybe the message of finding and loving your own identity will resonate. But that seems unlikely, and it’s a little sad. There’s no reason a badass feminist pop icon like Jem couldn’t be reborn for a new generation. Next time, perhaps.


  • The Intern. Here’s what we said in our original review:
    During the pilot of this Fall’s much buzzed about Scream Queens, a teen character who is a candle vlogger (a “reviewer of candles on video,” for those of you who don’t speak YouTube) refers to a product as “A Nancy Meyers Special,” which means that “it smells of jacuzzis and menopause. I LOVE IT.” Somehow, this moment perfectly describes my (and America’s) relationship to Nancy Meyers movies. They are not so much films but sort of lifestyle porn, filled with perfect homes (usually in proximity to a coast), great hair, amazing glassware, adorable offspring (no matter the age), neurotic elderly women getting their grooves back on (and still getting that kitchen renovation done), old men whose feet are still perfectly pedicured, etc. In short, they have the effect of an Anthropologie store: nothing seems like it would quite fit, but boy, it sure smells nice so I certainly love being there. And I do keep coming back. Too many lady references for you in here, dudes? Tough luck, you ARE reading a Nancy Meyers movie review here.


  • Dope (now on Netflix). Here’s what we said in our original review:
    Since the abysmal Me and Earl and the Dying Girl left a regrettable aftertaste, the energetic coming of age comedy Dope is like a soothing tonic. The latest from writer and director and Rick Famuyiwa also references classic films, even integrating iconic shots into his film’s plot, yet there is a tone and sense of space here that’s entirely unique. There are not many movies out there that could weave classic hip-hop and the advantages of bitcoin into its plot. Dope does exactly that, albeit with varying degrees of success. Still, it is hard to begrudge Famuyiwa since he never once condescends to his unique characters, or the audience by extension.
  • Love (now on Netflix). Here’s Gregory Ellwood over at Hitfix:
    But Love may not be as erotic as many expect. The gratuitous sex may eventually start to bore many viewers. Some may even take off their 3D glasses because they simply aren’t necessary. Yet, for all its faults, Love is a film that somehow still resonates. And it’s not because Noé is pushing the boundaries of human sexual expression in cinema. On the surface, that aspect of the film feels superfluous. No, somehow there is one sliver of genuine intimacy that appears through all of the noise and distraction, a sliver of true intimacy that is rarely seen in narrative film. And after 2 hours and 10 minutes, that may be enough to justify the entire experience.
  • Meru (now on Amazon Prime). Here’s what we said in our original review:
    It really is a film you kind of have to brace yourself for. The views as the team goes up the mountain are incredible. You swing from these breathtaking shots, to worrying deeply about whether they’ll all make it, to just worrying about their mental health. Meru is dangerously seductive. It’s the prettiest thing in the world until it kills you.

That’s it for new! Let us know what you’re watching below.