A great thing about catching a cold in December, as a critic, is that it's a perfect time to play NyQuil-induced catch-up with all the screeners I'd yet to watch. Cynthia Erivo is as good as everyone says in Wicked. Hundreds of Beavers is funny and incredibly well calculated, astute in its ability to shape-shift just enough to never get tedious. The Wild Robot is emotionally satisfying--but it made me lament a world in which even a robot has to have her programming overridden by the American social imperative to be a "mother." The Remarkable Life of Ibelin is a worthy reminder of what the old internet, the internet of my own upbringing, used to feel like: communal, social, mysterious.