In Newly Wild Hedgehog, Steve Subrizi curates an alternate universe of whist. Seven-foot hedgehogs run panicked from their exes, disgruntled suburbanites wage lawsuits against some nearby deer, and human-sized genitals sit on a couch, unemployed, watching Netflix on stolen internet. Alternating such absurd sketches with swift and disarming moments of Brautigan-esque off-kilter confessionalism, the whole picture is, like its namesake, dangerous, unpredictable, and fresh to the world.