Kent M. Wilhelm

Wicker amounts to a can’t-miss curiosity, adeptly weaving humor, social commentary, and a potent contemplation on the self-destructive perils of jealousy.

An uproariously funny take on modern relationships.

McKinley’s intense and, at times, brutal thriller is crowd-pleasing without being pandering. He melds a winning premise, breathless sequences, and lush photography with the right cast to draw you into the treacherous journey.

As the world continues fermenting its vile culture, the gang behind The State and Wet Hot American Summer is back to save you from the merciless onslaught of bad news. At least for 90 minutes.

See You When I See You is a miss for the generally consistent and solid Duplass, but it’s good to have him back in the director’s chair.

An immersive and masterfully rendered documentary that presents a living, breathing oral history of the Harlem Renaissance. Watching it feels like unearthing treasure.

The Only Living Pickpocket sympathizes with Harry without forgiving him.

These profiles aren’t intended as obituaries, but end up as something similar, only greater. What separates them from a standard obituary is Green’s approach, which feels intimate and personal.

The steady two-hander never quite soars, but is elevated by an eclectic batch of supporting roles that supply bursts of energy in the right places.