A few not-so-shocking giveaways about this week’s new movie releases, including Justice League and Frank Serpico
Matthew Lickona 6 p.m., Nov. 17
Kristen Wiig’s performance adds a new dimension to frazzled, but the closer the former skit-comedian inches toward big screen stardom, the more far-flung her choice of star vehicles becomes. Dumped by her boyfriend and unable to maintain a job writing descriptive blurbs for a New York magazine, Wiig feigns suicide and is ultimately placed in the custody of her estranged madcap of a mother (Annette Bening, in a role I wouldn’t wish on Jane Fonda). Back home in Atlantic City, she finds mom living with a zany boyfriend who swears he’s ex-CIA (Matt Dillon), her not-all-there younger brother (Christopher Fitzgerald), and who else but the man of her dreams (Darren Criss) currently occupying her old bedroom. This form of rapid fire, skin-deep buffoonery is about as close as contemporary cinema comes to screwball comedy — call it screwball sit-comedy. The fourth feature by Shari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini, directors of the splendid American Splendor, maintains their reputation as one-hit wonders. 2013.