Jay Allen Sanford 1 p.m., May 4
Under the command of director Chris Weitz, this Twilight of the Adolf Eichmann saga begins with Oscar Isaac overseeing a team of secret agents assigned the task of tracking down the architect of the Holocaust. “Weitz power!” “I like Eich!” The mob of mock alt-right poster-blurbs that waltzed through my head during the last half-hour of the movie were a strong indication that somewhere along the way, a great disconnect had occurred. The trailer hinted at a factual undertaking, when in fact, this customary, highly fictionalized account is best viewed as harmless entertainment, a regulation Hollywood kidnapping movie. And while I’m a firm believer in the notion that laughter can be found even in the direst of life’s circumstances, the comic relief schtick screenwriter Matthew Orton hatched for Nick Kroll is as clumsy as the director’s stabs at building suspense. Ben Kingsley’s serene, “everybody shits” reading of the character is a source of illumination around which everything else in the picture revolves. 2018.