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Bob Odenkirk remembers to take out the trash and Rachel Sennott shakes up a shiva



Ilya Naishuller's ultra-violent addition to the burgeoning genre of unleashed male id flicks is like a combo of "Breaking Bad," "A History of Violence" and "John Wick," the latter all the more so because of a shared screenwriter (Derek Kolstad). Or maybe a "Road Runner" cartoon: You almost expect to see Wile E. Coyote leaping off a cliff with an Acme anvil on his back. What keeps it grounded — and undeniably entertaining — is Bob Odenkirk's deadpan portrayal of Hutch Mansell, a regular suburban dad whose killer instincts are reawakened by a humiliating home invasion. The fun really begins when Hutch accidentally runs afoul of a vengeful Russian gangster (Aleksey Serebryakov, "Leviathan"), but you may well ask yourself, "Who's the real sociopath here?" Christopher Lloyd and RZA help the Road Runner go meep. — Peter Howell

Shiva Baby


Sharper than an acidic auntie's aside, Canadian filmmaker Emma Seligman's riotous debut feature is like a distaff version of "The Graduate," with the sexual jeopardy and the academic angst happening at once in the same house. Rachel Sennott is Danielle, a twentysomething perpetual student who is hoodwinking her hovering parents (Polly Draper and Fred Melamed, hilarious) about her life and school plans — but the person she's most deceiving is herself. Truths get told, boldly so, when Danielle is obliged to attend the shiva for a deceased person she barely knows and runs into two people she knows all too well: her bitter ex-girlfriend Maya (Molly Gordon) and her married sugar daddy Max (Danny Deferrari), who's there with his wife and howling infant. It's a comic buffet of awkwardness, served up lox, stock and bagels. — PH

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