An exceptional ensemble cast—including Michelle Pfeiffer and Lucas Hedges—renders the absurd with singular emotional nuance (and comic timing) in Azazel Jacobs’s latest, co-written by and adapted from a novel by Patrick DeWitt.

Seimetz cultivates a vividly subjective interrogation of the occupational hazards of self-consciousness and acknowledging one’s own mortality: anxiety, depression, grief, transcendence.

I think it’s so wonderful when you read scripts that you’re excited about, that you want to spend a year or more of your life on. That’s a rare thing, and I think Sarah has written such a great script that I was so excited to get to spend a lot of time with it and its world. It was almost like Sarah was inviting me to walk into a labyrinth that becomes your own mouth.

In Too Late to Die Young, the third feature from young Chilean director Dominga Sotomayor, the nation of Chile is deep in flux.

Make My Day unfurls as a richly narrated timeline in which the passage of months and years is marked by the inception, arrival, and aftermath of totemic “Movie Events.” The text is structured around straightforward accounts of production histories, interspersed with fragments of the peripheral discourse: magazine profiles, filmmaker interviews, and, extensively, contemporaneous critical readings by the likes of Pauline Kael, Vincent Canby, Andrew Sarris, and others.

One day, a wealthy neighbor learns that Chela has hesitantly resumed driving an old family car and asks for a ride to her weekly bridge game.