Intuiting the state of the nation, Courtney Stephens and Callie Hernandez refract an America of post-truth politics, conspiracies, and quack science through a personal prism of grief. Holding a candle for more benign eccentrics, dreamers, and dads, this one-of-a-kind wonder whirs with invention.

Something wicked this way comes in Pete Ohs’s irreverent horror comedy, a darkly ironic exorcism of male obsession and entitlement. Dotted with mysterious mounds and dusty roads, the atmospheric deserts of New Mexico provide an eerie backdrop for this cinematic seance, set under the pale winter sun.