Kill . . . Kill . . . The picture quality varies from one film to the other. Kill . . . The image is sharp and well-toned.
Some shots vary in grain and contrast but, on the whole, it is a spectacular video transfer.
Instead, the commentary, in a sad insult to the vigor of the commentator, is flaccid and limp. Most of it consists of Meyer annoyingly describing what is happening onscreen and babbling paraphrased snatches of the film's dialogue. Instead, Meyer wallows in the ephemeral. That's a great film. But, aside from the cult status of both directors, their dispositions couldn't be more dissimilar.