Here’s a fun list of stuff about which I am pretty passionate, about which I know at least slightly more than the average person and about which I am constantly in fear of talking too much.
Never having been to a festival before, I only knew as much about indie movies as the local Blockbuster would rent me.
When they call Election “wicked satire,” they mean it. Rushmore wasn’t half as crass yet twice as funny.
That both of these successful films are independent gives one a giddy sense of grass roots pride.
Ushering in the new millennium of horror movies, one of these films is mighty, the other mediocre.