This is out now, in Redbox. It was menacingly tense last time I saw it, no less so now. Micheal Shannon really should have gotten an Oscar for this role, except that nobody saw the movie unless they had an indie theater nearby. Shannon is a heartland, solid guy who begins to have dreams and portents of a coming apocalyptic storm. His wife, played amazingly by Jessica Chastain, doesn't know how to cope, but tries. Unfortunately, Curtis has a family history of schizophrenia and even doubts himself. Is he crazy or is he really seeing portents? Portents of what? Is this all a metaphor for the endangered status of guys like Curtis in our contemporary USA? It's definitely worth a view.
