*Jason Segel does great work in an atypical role as writer David Foster Wallace in The End of the Tour, resisting the temptation of impersonation in order to cut at something deeper and more personal—he’s a lot more than a bandanna and a scraggly wig.
*Despite a high level of craft and a cast of dead ringers, the all-too-conventional biopic Straight Outta Compton offers a winners’ history of the gangsta rap glory days.
*Cop Car is a marginally effective speck of a thriller, with a script that feels like a placeholder that no one remembered to eventually write.
*A breezy but didactic documentary about the decades-long rivalry between Gore Vidal and William F. Buckley, Best of Enemies undermines its own compelling period footage by enlisting an armada of talking heads to explain it to you.
*The praise heaped upon Joel Edgerton’s The Gift is utterly baffling – Cache comparisons? Guys…no. – but I would have to spoil the film’s ending in order to fully explain why I hate it so much.