"Crash".
"Garden State".
"Little Miss Sunshine".
"Pieces of April".
Four of my favorite movie-going experiences of all time, and none of them created a character that ended up as a McDonald's toy.
None had a huge budget--no huge ad campaign to back 'em up.
They didn't generate lavish sequels--follow-ups that, in many cases, are only made to milk the cash cow regardless of quality.
All four are independent films, and damn good ones at that.
I used to think that people who went to the Downer or Oriental were beret-sporting elitists, too cool for pop culture and driven by some incredible need to read subtitles.
Wrong.
There's quality out there, and lots of ways to find it.
You don't have to chain yourself to the multi-plex and trudge with the masses to see "Shrek 9" or "Pirates of the Caribbean, now with 15 seconds worth of Keith Richards' cameo". Expand you mind.
Plus, the popcorn is just as good. The "Oriental" even puts some of it's candy in the fridge.
Mmmmmmm. Cold chocolate.
Here's a "Wall Street Journal" article that'll whet the appetite for the indies. And, you can leave the beret at home.
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