The latest DVDs and Blu-rays are given the once-over by our writers. Read first before reaching for your credit card.
The original Hulk Vs. was a feature film released in 2009 and divided in two halves; the first half featured Thor and the other half Wolverine. In anticipation of the release of The Wolverine this summer Marvel Animation is re-releasing Hulk vs. Wolverine as a stand-alone short.
This is an excellently mounted, perfectly pitched film. While writer/producer/director Steve Stone treads some familiar tropes, most notably the shaky-cam, did I just see something in the shadows, night-vision terror of superb Spanish shocker REC, he ensures the movie feels entirely his own, to the extent the viewer feels that somehow this baroque ghost story is a real passion project for him and his excellent cast and crew.
Where most horror remakes are content to retread the original plot beats with a slick look and sexier cast, Maniac eschews these standards for a more artistically experimental route, shooting the entire movie in first-person perspective. Maniac takes us into the deranged world of Frank Zito, a man who makes a living restoring classic shop mannequins, who is driven by an insatiable need to scalp women. Through Elijah Wood, Frank is a classic example of the person whose neighbours would mutter in shocked tones on the nightly news, "He seemed like such an ordinary man, I never would have expected this."
Here's another film to add to the tally of recent home invasion flicks, and not a half bad one either. Best selling novelist Jonathan (Milo Ventimiglia) and his wife Addie (Sarah Shahi) live in a large house set in bucolic countryside, but the idyll is tainted by grief following the death of their infant son. He's trying to move on, plugging away at his next book, but she's stuck in a stupor of medication. The vibe between them isn't good, and seems likely to explode into mutual recrimination at any moment.
Coming after Shivers (1975), Rabid (1977) and his drag-racing B-movie Fast Company (1979), The Brood (1979) was David Cronenberg's attempt to show that he could deliver more than just bloody shocks and gross-out horror. At heart a domestic tragedy, it points the way towards such concentrated masterpieces as The Fly (1986) and Dead Ringers (1988). But it's still a Cronenberg flick, mind you, and it concludes with a revelation as oozingly stomach-wrenching as any in his oeuvre.