I'll need to think about this stuff more, but from a cursory look I can come up with the following (these films might have shown up before '17 in other areas, but I'm going by their date of release in DC and its environs):
Abacus: Small Enough to Jail dir. by Steve James (Amazon Prime)
Blade Runner 2049 by Dennis Villeneuve
Chasing Trane: The John Coltrane Documentary by John Scheinfeld (Netflix)
City of Ghosts by Matthew Heineman (Amazon)
Dawson City: Frozen Time by Bill Morrison
Faces Places by Agnès Varda and JR
The Florida Project by Sean Baker
Ingrid Goes West by Matt Spicer
Lost in Paris by Dominique Abel and Fiona Gordon
Manifesto [feature version] by Julian Rosefeldt
Moscow Never Sleeps by Johnny O'Reilly
Obit. by Vanessa Gould (Amazon)
Polina (or Polina, danser sa vie) by Valérie Müller and Angelin Preljocaj
Sami Blood by Amanda Kernell
Whose Streets? by Sabaah Folayan and Damon Davis (Hulu)
A Woman’s Life by Stéphane Brizé
(Apart from Moscow and Sami most of these titles should or will be available for streaming, and where I could I put in parentheses the name of the subscription service currently hosting the movie.)
Let me say up front that these are my favorite movies, not necessarily the best of 2017, though many of them should be in contention even after the award season. I should add that this has been an unusually strong year for documentaries, undoubtedly due in no small part to the rise of noxious populism in much of the world, and my list reflects that bittersweet reality, not only in its inclusion of textbook documentaries but even in its fictional titles with strong documentary aspects (The Florida Project and Polina, for two).
As you can see these titles are in alphabetical order and I'll need more time to rank (or add/subtract) them properly, but I can say with some confidence that Dawson City will most likely end up at or near the top of my faves of 2017. I was fortunate to have attended its screening at the National Gallery of Art with director Bill Morrison in attendance which was followed by a highly informative Q&A, and with one exception or two (to be continued in a later post) no other film I've seen so far this year has further enhanced my understanding of cinema and its place in the world. Rarely has the title of a work of art seemed so deceptively simple or inadequate with respect to its true scope, and Morrison's carefully curated footage and Alex Somers' (Sigor Ros fans would probably recognize the Baltimore native as one of the band's regular collaborators) ethereal score are a match made in cinematic nirvana. And as a knockout bonus it ends with a most haunting fade-out of an actress seemingly dancing to Somers' music, forming the last of the film's many wondrous links between the past and the present, and which for my money is the most drop-dead gorgeous ending since that of the late Manoel de Oliveira's swan song
Um século de energia. (It's probably no coincidence that both of these endings feature dancers going about their own business and also arguable that such solitary activities border on solipsism, but I'd counter that the greatest pleasures indeed tend to be solipsistic.)
Also I'm frankly not sure yet how I feel about the new Blade Runner movie and would need to see it at least one more time before I could formulate a less wishy-washy opinion (I saw it in 2D IMAX and was hoping to give it a second go in 3D, but alas life/work interfered). I still chose to include it because I've been rather irritated by the widely varying reactions to it, on one hand judging it a failure for not doing better at the box office (never mind that it has grossed $256.6 million and counting against a $150-185 million budget, which even after the marketing costs should put the studios firmly in the black) and on the other hand declaring it a misunderstood major work if not a masterpiece that has yet to be embraced by the unsophisticated hoi polloi. Given the initial chilly reaction and convoluted history (to put it mildly) of its predecessor you'd think the critics would take a little more time to reflect before firing away at the keyboard. In any case Villeneuve's invention is unimpeachable, and I hope the wiser heads will prevail and greenlight a new sequel before too long.