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.

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

Olivia Wilde creates a kind of sexy monster who may well become one of the most memorable characters you see this year.

This is The Wizard of Oz, only with transactional sex, gangsters, Hollywood misfits, countless pop culture references, and surprise celebrity cameos.

Director Olivia Wilde’s greatest asset is the chemistry among her quartet of performers. It is also worth remembering how committed and versatile Wilde can be as an actress.

It is satirical absurdism cranked up to at least 15, introducing more and more genre-bending gimmicks per scene yet never winking once as the ridiculousness piles up.

For a story that teases some metaphysical quandaries, it is doggedly earthbound.

A quietly powerful debut feature, set in the American West in 2008, at the height of the financial and housing crisis.