The Criterion version of John Woo's masterpiece, about two cops (the overworked Chow Yun-Fat and the undercover Tony Leung) gunning for the Hong Kong Triads, is still the "ultimate" collection. It has a better commentary track (with Woo and Pulp Fiction co-writer Roger Avary, among others) and better extras (a Woo student film and trailers for a dozen of his pics, as opposed to a few dull talking-head shorts here), and now sells for relatively little on eBay after once going for hundreds. But to own Hard Boiled in any incarnation is to own an essential action film the best of the 1990s, if rewatchability's any gauge. Everything before this looks flimsy; everything after, overheated. Woo fused Dirty Harry and Bullitt's deadpan cool with Asian cinema's almost comedic excitability, and nobody's made a better shoot-'em-up since. Robert Wilonsky
The Exterminating Angels (Weinstein)
A better name for Jean-Claude Brisseau's X-rated apologia might've been The Guy Can't Help It. Following sexual-harassment charges brought by actresses who auditioned for his 2002 near-porn epic Secret Things, Brisseau counters with the tale of...a middle-aged director whose attempt to explore female sexuality on celluloid leads to police intervention and threats. But hey, don't blame him it's not his fault he unlocks the libidos of incredibly hot women, who just have to strip naked and masturbate for him. No, blame those two troublemaking angels watching his affairs, whose heavenly bodies seem to have slinked right out of Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love" video. The movie is faintly ridiculous, completely daring, almost De Palma-esque in its sinuous mood of eroticized suspense and yeah, sensationally arousing. Jim Ridley
This no-frills DVD is just a stopgap for a two-disc extended director's cut due next year. The good news: The theatrical version (to be available only on this disc) is an unusually rich and coldly absorbing true-crime drama the story of how San Francisco's infamous Zodiac killer sucked the fear-stricken city, the cops chasing him, and the reporters on his trail into a decade-long vortex of go-nowhere leads and conspiracy madness. Applying a fine finish of Super Seventies grit and some of the most textured nighttime shooting ever seen, director David Fincher steers a marvelous cast (including Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr.) down one chilling dead end after another, producing a procedural that tunnels into a mountain of data and finds only darkness and empty hands. It'll leave you fidgety, frustrated and thoroughly unsettled the slightest approximation of how the real participants must have felt. Ridley?
Les Enfants Terribles (Criterion)
A collaboration between director Jean-Pierre Melville and writer Jean Cocteau, who wrote the novel and screen adaptation, Les Enfants Terribles maintains its icky-funny vibe 57 years after its release. The story of a brother and sister, almost hermetically self-sealed in their art-directed bedroom, it's also one big game for the incestuous siblings and the bystanders who plunge into their web and for a filmmaker intoxicated by claustrophobia. In retrospect, it's even funnier for its use of two actors (Nicole Stephane as Elisabeth and Edouard Dermithe as Paul) who look like thirtysomethings playing boarding-school-aged kids. This being Criterion, of course, the extras will satisfy especially the 2003 short about Cocteau and Melville, which suggests a relationship as twisted as that of Lis and Paul. Wilonsky