Matthew Lickona 4 p.m., March 16
Beatriz at Dinner
Destined to go down in history books as the first narrative feature released during Trump’s reign that takes direct aim at the billionaire-game-show-host-turned-POTUS. It also has the distinction of presenting Salma Hayek’s Beatriz with the worst haircut of the actress’s career. Miguel Arteta (Cedar Rapids, Youth in Revolt) is responsible for some of the nastiest, most squirm-inducing warm, lovely, humanistic indie comedies to come out over the past 20 years. He’s also the closest any comedic director’s come to visually jerry-rigging his unique, madly off-kilter view of the world since Albert Brooks pretty much hung it up ten years ago. Beatriz skillfully makes mincemeat out of the audience: King Kong and Godzilla could learn a lot from watching Hayek and John Lithgow have at it. On paper, the sentiment behind screenwriter Mike White’s crowning cringe is appreciable, but it’s a climax that, even after two viewings, demands behavior that continues to feel abruptly out of character. 2017.