What begins as something resembling Dead Poets Society quickly reveals itself to be something altogether more contemporary: a sharply observed examination of rich kid faux intellectualism, artistic posturing, and the people who confuse proximity to art with the act of creating it. Kent Jones' Late Fame is sweet, smart, funny, and occasionally scathing. Adapted by Samy Burch from Arthur Schnitzler's novella, the film follows Ed Saxberger, a forgotten New York poet whose long-neglected work is suddenly rediscovered by a collective of young creatives calling themselves The Enthusiasm Society.

There’s a specific kind of film that doesn’t feel written so much as discovered in real time. Jamie Adams’ Only What We Carry is exactly that kind of film. Shot in just six days on the Normandy coast with a largely improvised structure, it walks a tightrope between chaotic and captivating and somehow sticks the landing by sheer emotional honesty alone.