Director and writer Madeleine Olnek has a hoot sending up and tearing down Emily Dickinson’s priggish image.

Distinctly odd and way out of the mainstream. If you are on its wavelength, it’s cinematic gold. If not, you simply don’t know what the hell you’re watching.

Throw in some lesbianism, witchcraft, and supporting performances by Fred Armisen, Adam Pally, and Molly Shannon and you have one of the year’s funniest films.

A meta comedy about a singing comedian named Henry Phillips, played by comedian Henry Phillips, who in real life sings as part of his act.

Nick Kroll stars as a mid-30s slacker who acts as his blind brother’s Seeing Eye dog and sports trainer, rolled up in one resentful package.

The most imaginative, subversive, and joyfully juvenile variation of a mid-2000s indie romcom imaginable.

Susan Sarandon plays a recently widowed New York City woman who has relocated to sunny Los Angeles to live near her daughter and imposes her unasked-for advice on every single person she encounters.

Hope Ann Greggory (Melissa Rauch), a bitter gymnast who once won an Olympic bronze medal for the U.S. team, is now wasting her life away in the sticks.

This is a sly, well-made little horror/comedy that puts a unique spin on the demonic possession genre while providing just enough chills and laughs along the way.