A quietly fascinating continuation of Robb Moss’s chronicling of five his bohemian friends.

If anything is proven by this new and rare female-led stoner movie, it is that there is always a new generation of marijuana enthusiasts willing to try to earn our laughter and complicity at the expense of their addiction.

At first, this feels almost like a documentary on the opioid crisis: There is little cinematic flourish, and the acting feels raw.

A pulp concept mixed with ‘80s-inspired storytelling and gory, pulse-pounding execution. It never loses sight of the fun that comes from such absurdity.

An apt title for this sticky-sweet yet charming documentary that follows four girls as they try to reach their sales goals during Girl Scout cookie selling season.

With the quirkiness of Napoleon Dynamite and the horniness of Superbad, yet beholden to a style all its own, Olmo stakes its claim in the coming-of-age pantheon.

By turns wry and wistful, Late Fame poignantly underscores how creativity can mellow over time.

Under its cloak of slasherdom and horror, Jane Schoenbrun’s latest is, in a way, perhaps just a euphoric, queer romantic comedy.

Kiyoshi Kurosawa finally ventures into the samurai genre for the first time, though in a far less conventional fashion than its impeccable production design and lavish craftsmanship initially suggest.