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Clockwise from top left: Nightcrawler (Screenshot); Uncut Gems (Photo: A24); We Summon The Darkness (Photo: Saban Films); The Autopsy Of Jane Doe (Photo: IFC Midnight); Midnight Special (Screenshot); Killing Them Softly (Screenshot); Gerald\u2019s Game<\/a> (Photo: Netflix)<\/figcaption><\/div>\n

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Streaming libraries expand and contract. Algorithms are imperfect. Those damn thumbnail images are always changing. But you know what you can always rely on? The expert opinions and knowledgeable commentary of The A.V. Club<\/em>. That\u2019s why we\u2019re scouring both the menus of the most popular services and our own archives to bring you these guides to the best viewing options, broken down by streamer, medium, and genre. Want to know why we\u2019re so keen on a particular movie? Click the title at the top of each slide for some in-depth coverage from The A.V. Club<\/em>\u2019s past. And be sure to check back often, because we\u2019ll be adding more recommendations as films come and go.<\/p>\n

Some titles on this list also app<\/a>ear on our best movies on Netflix list<\/span>, but we decided horror films deserved their own spotlight since they are often not included on our year-end lists as much as other genres. The criteria for inclusion here is that (1)<\/strong> the film is classified by Netflix as a thriller (2)<\/strong> The A.V. Club<\/em> has written critically about the movie; and (3)<\/strong> if it was a graded review, it received at least a \u201cB.\u201d Some newer (and much older) movies will be added over time as Netflix announces new additions to their library.<\/p>\n

Looking for other movies to stream? Also check out our list of <\/em>the best movies on Amazon Prime<\/em><\/span>, <\/em>best movies on Disney+<\/em><\/span>, and <\/em>best movies on Hulu<\/em><\/span>. And if you\u2019re looking for a scare or a laugh, check out our list of <\/em>the best horror films<\/em><\/span> and <\/em>the best comedy movies on Netflix<\/em><\/span>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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When Sarah (Nicole Brydon Bloom) first moves into an L.A. apartment complex where people actually seem to care about their neighbors, any denizen of a major city will think they know where 1BR<\/em> is going. And it is\u2014for a little while. What\u2019s interesting about writer-director David Marmor\u2019s feature debut is the fact that, 45 minutes in, the film reaches what would be the natural end point of most horror movies about cults. Then it keeps going. Real-life details culled from ex-members\u2019 accounts of life in groups like Scientology and NXIVM give the film an edgy ripped-from-the-headlines quality, as well as reinforcing the sheer L.A. of it all. If you enjoyed The Invitation<\/em><\/span>, keep this one on your radar. [Katie Rife]<\/p>\n

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Going by its title alone, The Autopsy Of Jane Doe<\/em> sounds like a Faces Of Death <\/em>knockoff or maybe one of those Japanese gore videos from the \u201980s like the one that made Charlie Sheen call the cops<\/a><\/span> because he thought he was watching a real snuff film. No such mistakes could possibly be made about Norwegian director Andr\u00e9 \u00d8vredal\u2019s follow-up to his breakout hit Trollhunter<\/em><\/a><\/span>\u2014not for a lack of gore, but thanks to its self-imposed stylistic restraint. Emile Hirsch and Brian Cox co-star as Austin and Tommy Tilden, a father-son coroner team tasked with performing an emergency autopsy on an unidentified woman found in a shallow grave at the scene of a murder. The assumption is that this woman, the Jane Doe of the title, was one of the victims. But as the Tildens crack open her chest with a giant pair of pliers and begin poking around, it becomes obvious that \u201cJane Doe\u201d is no ordinary corpse. Large chunks of the film are devoted to the autopsy, with voice of experience Cox providing expository narration as he digs around; each new step provides a new clue to Doe\u2019s true identity, playing out like a murder mystery where the clues are inside the victim\u2019s body. The best way to describe the procedure itself is \u201cclinical,\u201d explicit but not exploitative, with the camera, for the most part, maintaining a professional distance from the proceedings. [Katie Rife<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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A pair of inventive low-budget thrillers brings the spirit of The Twilight Zone <\/em>alive with their respective narratives. Those who appreciate a good Rod Serling story (albeit one livened up with some nutso John Carpenter-esque horror) will be rewarded by Await Further Instructions<\/em>, a bottle episode of a movie that finds a family waking up Christmas morning to discover their entire building has been covered with a metallic-like substance, trapping them inside. Their only information: a notification on the TV screen that reads, \u201cAwait further instructions.\u201d Inconsistent characterization and people behaving like morons hampers some of the momentum, but overall this descent into paranoia succeeds as a dark little parable\u2014and it has a wild ending. [Alex McLevy]<\/p>\n

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Though many years and straight-to-video Shannon Tweed knockoffs have passed, Paul Verhoeven\u2019s Basic Instinct<\/em> retains a special allure, one that can be attributed in large part to the uncrossing of Sharon Stone\u2019s legs. Granted, there\u2019s much more to the movie than that notorious interrogation scene, but no better example of the film\u2019s unique mix of vulgarity and elegance, which brought Old Hollywood into a world of trashy explicitness. Sitting with her blond hair pinned back like Kim Novak\u2014one of several nods to Alfred Hitchcock\u2019s Vertigo<\/em>\u2014Stone carries herself with the supreme self-confidence of a classic femme fatale, yet her candor is unquestionably modern, liberated from more than just undergarments. Unapologetically sexual, as free as a man to pursue her appetites, Stone\u2019s character became an instant post-feminist icon, even though she\u2019s a diabolical sociopath. [Scott Tobias<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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A horror fantasy about the worst fears of parents and children, Before I Wake<\/em> imagines a married couple, Jessie (Kate Bosworth) and Mark (Thomas Jane), trying to move on after their son\u2019s death by taking in an 8-year-old orphan who\u2019s gone from foster home to foster home under mysterious circumstances. Waiting for the new arrival, Mark screws grab bars to the tub wall (their boy drowned in the bath, which is basically every first-time parent\u2019s nightmare) while Jessie takes down the family photos from the living room, enacting an unwittingly creepy ritual of preparation; skewed in a horror movie\u2019s exposition, the things adults think will make kids safe seem conspiratorial and sick. But slyly, the film keeps turning viewer sympathies about who might be the bigger threat to whom. As the new foster parents soon discover, the kid, Cody (Room<\/em><\/span>\u2019s Jacob Tremblay), possesses a dangerous supernatural power, and when he falls asleep, his dreams haunt the house\u2014projections of a small child\u2019s manias (butterflies are Cody\u2019s favorite subject) and uneasy thoughts about grown-ups and themselves. Often, Cody dreams of the dead son, Sean (Antonio Romero), the little boy\u2019s face unnervingly frozen in the rictus of the only photo of him he\u2019s seen. [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky]<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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The Blackcoat\u2019s Daughter<\/em> is a clammy hand on the back of the neck, a chill running down the spine, a shot of ice water straight to the veins. Every moment, almost every shot, has been carefully calibrated to stand hairs on end. Most of Frank Oz\u2019s Blackcoat\u2019s Daughter<\/em> takes place at a fictional, religious boarding school for girls, on the precipice of a long holiday weekend. It\u2019s an unsettling setting: darkened and deserted dormitories, surrounded by dead trees, blanketed in snow. Rose (Sing Street<\/em><\/a><\/span>\u2019s Lucy Boynton), who fears she may be pregnant, gets stuck looking after freshman Kat (Kiernan Shipka) while the two girls wait for their parents to retrieve them for winter break, one day late. Trouble is, Kat\u2019s parents aren\u2019t coming. Something horrible has befallen them, leaving their daughter vulnerable to a dark influence. Meanwhile, another young woman, Joan (Emma Roberts), makes her way to the same sleepy East Coast town, hitching a ride with some good samaritans. The plot is bare bones, a skeleton to drench in dread. [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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For years now, I\u2019ve found it strange that there were only two or three good movies about the internet, the most important thing in the world. My wish for a film truthfully capturing all the connection, gratification, desperation, and despair of living online came true with this sophisticated thriller, in which a cam girl (Madeline Brewer, making a convincing argument for herself as a bona fide star) discovers that an automated doppelg\u00e4nger has taken over her channel. There\u2019s a lot to love here, from the low-key sex-positivity to the cringe comedy to the delectable supporting turn from former love witch<\/span> Samantha Robinson. But I like Cam <\/em>best as our most ruthlessly honest film about the nightmares of full-time freelancing. [Charles Bramesco<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Legal thrillers went out of fashion around the time Clinton left office, which is kind of a shame. Even at their most ludicrous, these twisty tales of crusading attorneys provide a minor brain buzz\u2014the fun of keeping pace with a dedicated investigator as he or she unpacks a convoluted mystery. (Few of them are truly intelligent, but they do get the mind racing.) Closed Circuit<\/em>, a faintly upscale potboiler about two lawyers snooping their way into hot water, revives some of the (guilty) pleasures of this out-of-vogue genre. Timely references to government surveillance and the ongoing war on terror can\u2019t diminish the feeling of being transported back to the golden age of John Grisham\u2014a time when plucky civil servants put their careers (and lives) on the line, cases were never cut-and-dry, and conspiracies always lead straight to the seemingly trustworthy character played by a suspiciously big-name actor. [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Let\u2019s make something clear up front: Creep 2<\/em> is not a scary movie. Despite a plot that concerns a serial killer and the unsuspecting woman who answers his Craigslist ad and drives to his remote home in the woods, there is nothing about the film that would inspire much in the way of goosebumps. (A few small jump scares are played more for laughs than shrieks of fright.) Whereas the first Creep<\/em><\/span> wrung tension from the familiar tricks of the found-footage style, the new one assumes the viewer already knows the situation with its homicidal subject, and doesn\u2019t really try to generate chills from it. Instead, it\u2019s a serial-killer midlife crisis: Within the first five minutes, Mark Duplass\u2019 character has already desultorily cut someone\u2019s throat, sat morosely as the blood congealed, and said, with heavy existential ennui straight to the camera he snuck into the house, \u201cWhat\u2019s happening to me?\u201d A slasher sequel this is not. But for fans of the original who don\u2019t mind the loss of scares, Creep 2<\/em> improves on the first film in nearly every way, from tone to dialogue to plot. Aesthetically, the two films are more or less identical, as director Patrick Brice maintains a straightforward functional approach to the material. As in the first, the protagonist is a filmmaker, or at least a wannabe filmmaker, thereby narratively justifying a steadier and more professional level of camerawork. This series isn\u2019t all that pretty to look at, but as far as found-footage cinematography goes, it sits firmly in the upper tier. [Alex McLevy<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m a driver,\u201d says Ryan Gosling in Drive<\/em>, and he doesn\u2019t need to say another word. With that simple utterance, Nicolas Winding Refn\u2019s minimalist thriller defines its aesthetic\u2014lean, efficient, and sharpened to the finest point. At a time when action films routinely pass off freneticness as excitement, Drive<\/em> is a reminder of how powerful the genre can be when every shot and every line of dialogue has a purpose, deployed for maximum impact. Owing a debt to the Zen-like simplicity and nocturnal L.A. ambience of Walter Hill\u2019s The Driver<\/em>\u2014which, in turn, took a page from Jean-Pierre Melville\u2019s Le Samoura\u00ef<\/em>\u2014the film is little more than an exercise in style, but it\u2019s dazzling and mythic, a testament to the fundamental appeal of fast cars, dangerous men, and tension that squeezes like a hand to the throat. [Scott Tobias<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Transformation remains the primary subject of Gilligan\u2019s work in the Breaking Bad<\/em>-verse, and with El Camino<\/em>, he\u2019s once more taken the raw materials of unanswered questions and inessential franchise extension and turned them into intoxicatingly potent entertainment. The movie is more of a nail-biting crowd-pleaser than the relationship-based drama of the often-muted Better Call Saul<\/em>; it\u2019s also much more interested in reversing the polarity of its parent program. As he lays low and cobbles together an escape plan, Jesse Pinkman (Aaron Paul) slinks through the shadows of a hometown so impacted by his criminal activities that even his cozy childhood home bears traces of collateral damage wrought by the Heisenberg empire. It\u2019s like time-lapse photography of Breaking Bad<\/em>\u2019s eggs being unscrambled: One flashy set piece finds Jesse tearing an apartment apart as if it were the negative image of Walt and him assembling their temporary meth lab in one of Vamonos Pest\u2019s tented houses. Indelible pictures like this emerge, but El Camino<\/em> keeps one foot planted in serialized television, another in cinematic one-offs. Of course, the filmmaking on Breaking Bad <\/em>was plenty ambitious to start with, so it\u2019s not like Gilligan, cinematographer Marshall Adams, and editor Skip Macdonald have great leaps to make in order to elevate their POV shots and whiplash time jumps to the level of something grander. [Erik Adams<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead have been working together for so long now, they might as well be brothers. Six years after the release of Resolution<\/em><\/span>, the filmmaking duo has returned\u2014both thematically and physically\u2014to the site of their first feature film, expanding upon its fascination with Lovecraftian beasts that lurk in the dark and inexplicable hiccups in the fabric of space-time. The result is The Endless<\/em>, a film that blends such disparate elements as apocalyptic doomsday cults, roadside Mystery Spots<\/a><\/span>, quantum physics, and brotherly love into an ingeniously heady brew. And although The Endless<\/em> works just fine as a standalone film, looking at it in the wider context of Benson and Moorhead\u2019s work highlights another, more meta theme: the desire to return to an earlier, simpler period in one\u2019s life, and relive those glory days forever. Benson and Moorhead star, appropriately enough, as brothers Justin and Aaron, who as the film opens are surviving on ramen noodles as minimum-wage house cleaners in Los Angeles. Their lives are as dull as they come, but they\u2019re guarding a very unusual secret: As teenagers, they escaped a UFO cult bent on mass suicide. Justin, who led the exodus and has viewed his brother as both a responsibility and a burden ever since, takes a darkly cynical view of their time in the cult. Meanwhile, younger brother Aaron is nostalgic for what he remembers about his childhood, which is sunshine, good food, and a sense of belonging. [Katie Rife<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Coming off of the positive critical buzz surrounding 2016\u2019s Hush<\/em><\/span>\u00a0<\/em>and Ouija: Origin Of Evil<\/em><\/span>, Flanagan decided to re-team with Hush<\/em> producer Netflix for a film adaptation of Gerald\u2019s Game.<\/em> It\u2019s not an easy sell: Not only is King\u2019s book structured in such a way as to make it extremely difficult to adapt\u2014much of it takes place inside the mind of the main character, Jessie (Carla Gugino), as she lies handcuffed to a bed, alone and unable to escape, after her husband dies mid-kinky sex\u2014but it deals with some very challenging themes of sexual abuse and the silencing of women. Thankfully, Flanagan\u2019s film is up to the challenge, thanks in large part to Gugino and her compelling performance, which deftly expresses emotions from panic to grief to despair to rage, sometimes all at once. [Katie Rife<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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There\u2019s something not quite right about David (Dan Stevens), the title character of Adam Wingard\u2019s wickedly entertaining thriller The Guest<\/em>. At a glance, he seems like the model man in uniform\u2014a polite, soft-spoken war veteran, blessed with both the all-American good looks and aw-shucks charisma of Chris Evans\u2019 heroic Steve Rogers. Arriving without notice on the doorstep of the Petersons, to \u201clook after\u201d the family of his fallen brother-in-arms, David ingratiates himself immedia<\/a>tely: The bereaved parents (Sheila Kelley and Leland Orser) see a little of their slain son in this accommodating visitor, while their meek youngest child, Luke (Brendan Meyer), gains a protective, surrogate older brother. Only teenage daughter Anna (Maika Monroe, a terrific Final Girl) senses what the audience does about this mysterious soldier, though her judgment is quickly clouded by a rush of hormones, the only sensible response to such rock-hard abs and old-fashioned congeniality. Who but the most iron-willed could resist the charms of this dashing military man? [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Quentin Tarantino\u2019s stubbornly theatrical, three-hour-long snowed-in Western is a difficult movie by a director who\u2019s not known for making them. Keeping action to a minimum up until the intermission, it then explodes into the nastiest, most gruesome and nihilistic violence of Tarantino\u2019s career, before ending on a disquieting note of hope. This is the writer-director\u2019s take on the promise of American ideals, even more so than Django Unchained<\/em><\/a><\/span>, for which it was originally intended as a sequel. (Hence the protagonist, an anti-heroic black bounty hunter who, in the movie\u2019s post-Civil War setting, is about the age Django would be.) Who could have guessed, in the days of Reservoir Dogs <\/em>and Pulp Fiction<\/em>, that Tarantino would become an overtly political filmmaker? [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky<\/span>] <\/p>\n

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Though this tense home-invasion thriller involving sensory impairment went straight to Netflix, Mike Flanagan\u2019s ruthlessly efficient Hush<\/em> would play like gangbusters on the big screen. At just 81 minutes, the film wastes little time setting up its cat-and-mouse game, which pits a deaf novelist (Kate Siegel) against the psychopath stalking the perimeter of her secluded country home. The heroine\u2019s impairment ratchets up the threat level (how can she fend off what she can\u2019t hear?), and Hush<\/em> toys with genre convention by unmasking the killer fairly quickly. Mostly, though, this is just an effectively straightforward exercise in suspense, one that further positions Flanagan\u2014who also made the well-received Ouija <\/em>prequel<\/a><\/span>\u2014as a filmmaker with a strong grasp on horror\u2019s fundamentals. [A.A. Dowd]<\/p>\n

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A skillfully executed slow-burn thriller for a cynical age, The Invitation<\/em> begins on an ominous note as bearded L.A. hipster Will (Logan Marshall-Green), in the midst of a petty argument with his girlfriend Kira (Emayatzy Corinealdi), hits a coyote with his car. Unwilling to let the poor injured creature suffer, Will fetches a tire iron from his trunk and quickly dispatches it just off camera. Shaken, he gets back into the car, and the couple continues on their way to a dinner party being thrown by Will\u2019s ex-wife Eden (Tammy Blanchard) and her new beau David (Michiel Huisman) at the stylish midcentury modern home Eden and Will used to share. Will hasn\u2019t seen his ex for two years, and is understandably anxious about their reunion. But everything, Kira assures him, will be fine. With this simple setup, director Karyn Kusama establishes the near-apocalyptic sense of dread that will dominate the rest of the film. [Katie Rife<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Unfolding with the inevitability of a bad dream, The Killing Of A Sacred Deer <\/em>is Lanthimos\u2019 darkly intense, almost biblical spin on one of those thrillers about a yuppie family terrorized by a vengeful stalker. It\u2019s like Cape Fear<\/em> by way of The Shining<\/em>, just in the same absurdist register as all of the Greek director\u2019s trip<\/a>s to the Twilight Zone. To say where the plot goes would be unfair, but it involves a mysterious malady, an impossible choice, and a terrible reckoning. Those up on their Greek tragedy may recognize the outline of Iphigenia\u2019s tussle with Artemis\u2014a dispute that began, hint hint, with a slain deer. But you needn\u2019t know for mythology to recognize a false deity, courting comeuppance by deciding who lives and who dies. [A.A. Dowd<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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In Andrew Dominik\u2019s superb revisionist Western The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford<\/em><\/a><\/span>, he staged the last days of an iconoclastic gangster with a strong feeling for how his story could take root in the American imagination. Dominik\u2019s follow-up, Killing Them Softly<\/em>, makes that subtext text, wondering aloud what makes America America, and exploring the greed and avarice that cannot be extricated from the freedom and opportunity that\u2019s supposed to make the country great. While it isn\u2019t unusual for nasty little genre movies like Dominik\u2019s stylish heist thriller to smuggle such themes under the surface, Killing Them Softly<\/em> makes them startlingly explicit. All the criminal mayhem that composes it\u2014an audacious robbery and the bloody retribution that follows\u2014is mere prelude to a thesis statement, support for a grim assessment of the country on the eve of the 2008 Presidential election. [Scott Tobias<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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In the opening scene of Midnight Special<\/em>, two armed men sneak a boy out of a motel room and into a customized \u201972 Chevelle before peeling off into the dusk. The mulberry sky turns blue-gray with twilight, and then pitch black. The driver hits a toggle switch wired behind the steering wheel, cutting off the headlamps and taillights. The car disappears into the darkness. It will be about 40 minutes before the viewer even finds out how the men, Roy (Michael Shannon) and Lucas (Joel Edgerton), know each other, though by then they will have ditched the Chevelle for a plumber\u2019s white Ford Econoline van and, later, an Isuzu Trooper. Midnight Special <\/em>is very particular about its cars, just as it\u2019s very particular about its setting\u2014the gas stations, motels, and working-class suburbs of the Bible Belt\u2014and the cautious speech of its characters. In every other respect, Jeff Nichols\u2019 compelling sci-fi chase film is terse and elliptical, showing little and telling less. [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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The best murder mysteries start small and build outward, becoming less about the crime and more about the community where the crime took place, and the evolving psyches of the investigators. Bong Joon-Ho\u2019s Mother<\/em> starts with the fairly pathetic case of a mildly developmentally disabled adult accused of killing a promiscuous teenage girl from an uncaring family. Then the movie expands to take the measure of the small South Korean town where the murder took place, and of the woman who sifts through clues in order to learn the truth. The woman (played by the remarkable Kim Hye-Ja) is the mother of the accused, and seeking more than vindication for her boy. She brought this kid into the world and taught him how to conduct himself, and if he actually killed somebody, then maybe he\u2019s merely the murder weapon, and she\u2019s<\/em> the culprit. [Noel Murray<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Nightcrawler <\/em>is well worth seeing just for Jake Gyllenhaal\u2019s spectacularly creepy performance. Blinking as little as possible and speaking every line with robotic conviction, he makes Louis the sort of person who discovered early in life that it\u2019s possible to get away with nearly anything so long as one couches one\u2019s words in the right tone, except that he has a truly warped notion of what the right tone is. Even the most obnoxiously persistent door-to-door salesmen have nothing on this guy, who treats everybody he encounters as an obstacle to be politely mowed down with bland verbiage derived from corporate jargon. It\u2019s a mesmerizing turn from an actor who, while frequently quite good, has never really had a breakout role until this one. Nightcrawler <\/em>gave him a chance to make a lasting impression, and he takes full, fanatical advantage. [Mike D\u2019Angelo<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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In his feature-length debut, See You Yesterday<\/em><\/a><\/span>, co-writer and director Stefon Bristol asks one of sci-fi\u2019s most indulgent questions: If you had the power to travel through time, what would you go back and change? When 16-year-old science<\/a> prodigy Claudette Walker (Eden Duncan-Smith)\u2014affectionately referred to as CJ by her friends and family\u2014and her best friend, Sebastian Thomas (Dante Crichlow), successfully build a pair of time-traveling backpacks, they don\u2019t exactly have the luxury of securing riches or rubbing elbows with famous historical figures. Instead, they harness their newfound power in an attempt to save CJ\u2019s older brother, who is murdered by the police on his way home from a party about a third of a way into the story. It\u2019s a sobering twist on a classic premise, and such a dichotomy should result in tonal whiplash. Instead, See You Yesterday<\/em>, which premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival before finding a home at Netflix, finds a striking-yet-natural balance between genre concept and a harsh reality that is achingly familiar to the people who have to navigate it every day. [Shannon Miller<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Writer-director Antonio Campos\u2019 2008 debut feature, Afterschool<\/em>, was a deeply upsetting film, telling the story of an alienated boarding-school student so intimately that the viewer doesn\u2019t immediately notice how psychologically damaged the kid is. Campos\u2019 Simon Killer<\/em> takes a similar approach, subjectivity-wise. The hero, played by Brady Corbet, is a recent college grad who takes a trip to Paris to recover from a recent break-up, and as he mopes around the city, trying and failing to meet people\u2014and even having trouble masturbating without some difficulty\u2014the movie asks for sympathy for this fumbling sad sack. Then Corbet develops an obsession with prostitute Mati Diop, and as he tries to come up with a way to afford to stay in Paris, he makes some disturbing choices, and Campos gradually edges the rug out from under the audience. [Noel Murray<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Expanding the frenetic, panic-attack-inducing cinema of Good Time<\/em><\/span> with novelistic ambition, the brothers Josh and Benny Safdie created a thrilling study of one man\u2019s compulsive self-destruction with this tragicomedy about a hustling Manhattan jewelry dealer (Adam Sandler, in the best performance of his career) who owes a fortune in gambling debts. Already on the brink of implosion, Sandler\u2019s Howard Ratner can\u2019t stop making bets, convinced that his financial (and personal) salvation will come by way of a grapefruit-size lump of Ethiopian black opal. He\u2019s reckless, neurotic, self-deluding, an addict, equal parts sucker and scammer\u2014and perhaps more like us than we\u2019d care to admit. Packed with memorable supporting characters (and impressive turns from newcomers like Julia Fox, Keith Williams Richards, and NBA star Kevin Garnett, who plays himself), Uncut Gems <\/em>establishes the Safdies as masters of anxious existential grit; their style of overlapping dialogue and tension feels like the unlikely fusion of Robert Altman and Abel Ferrara. [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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In the opening scene of the 1983 blockbuster WarGames<\/em>, two missile commanders (played by Michael Madsen and John Spencer!) receive an order to launch a nuclear attack, and one almost kills the other in a dispute over how to proceed. Those kind of \u201cwhat if\u201d scenarios were rampant in the Cold War era, and if WarGames<\/em> were exclusively about nuclear paranoia, it would be an amusing nostalgia piece, quaintly reminding us of what we used<\/em> to worry about. But WarGames<\/em> is also about issues that still resonate, like Internet security, authoritarian arrogance, and coming of age. Director John Badham brings a light touch to Lawrence Lasker and Walter F. Parkes\u2019 tense, well-structured script, by keeping the action focused on what matters most to the audience. Matthew Broderick plays a high-school computer geek\u2014the prototypical model\u2014who accidentally hacks into the system controlling the U.S. missile-defense system, and starts a simulation that the system reads as real. With his girlfriend Ally Sheedy by his side, Broderick tries to duck the military and find the system\u2019s reclusive, misanthropic creator by using his phone-phreaking skills, his dot-matrix printer, and floppy discs roughly the size of a legal pad. What endures about WarGames<\/em> is the way Broderick keeps trying to talk sense to both the adults and<\/em> the computers\u2014the former when they blindly follow what enormous electronic screens tell them to do, and the latter when they innocently ask, \u201cShall we play a game?\u201d [Noel Murray<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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There\u2019s been a burst of satanic panic-themed horror films over the past few years. From The Devil\u2019s Candy<\/em><\/span> to A Dark Song<\/em><\/span> to, well, Satanic Panic<\/em><\/span>, these movies play on the tropes and concepts that first came to national consciousness during the panic of the \u201980s, when a wave of sensationalist media and conservative conspiracy theorists started pushing the idea that secret Satan-worshipping cults throughout the country were preying on America\u2019s youth. It was horseshit, of course, but the upside is that it\u2019s inspired some damn fine horror. And We Summon The Darkness<\/em> doesn\u2019t just embrace that source material: It gives it a soft, warm kiss, right before swiftly flicking its wrist and using the knife hidden in its sleeve to open up a vein and release an arterial spray of blood. We Summon The Darkness<\/em> is a solidly entertaining little horror-thriller with a sharp sense of humor and an effective balance of those two elements. Honestly, it\u2019s just smarter than most of its brethren, and never feels like it\u2019s having to flail or do something suspiciously over-the-top to hold your attention. If anything, it maintains an even keel where lesser horror-comedy attempts would descend into slapstick. In that sense, it borrows a page from Johnny Knoxville\u2019s even-keeled reverend, keeping his malevolent rage in check despite walking into his kitchen and seeing a murdered police officer lying in a pile of blood [Alex McLevy<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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For a brief period in the early \u201870s, the Zodiac killings transfixed the Bay Area, in large part because the killer used the media to hold the city hostage, forcing news<\/a>papers to run cryptic puzzles under the threat of further violence. But Zodiac<\/em>, David Fincher\u2019s masterful procedural about the elusive case, resonates at least as much for depicting what happened in the years after the murders faded from the public consciousness. A sort of flipside to Fincher\u2019s Seven<\/em>, which pulsed with the urgent need to catch a killer before he reached endgame, Zodiac<\/em> is about what happens after a case goes cold and only a dedicated few remain to follow a trail that grows murkier by the day. An obsessive movie about the nature of obsession, it stays in perfect step with the men who chased these phantom leads, not so much because they felt some noble connection to the victims, but because they simply couldn\u2019t leave a puzzle unsolved. [Scott Tobias<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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