
It seemed so over.
After scorching instant classics like Pulp Fiction, Clerks, and Slacker into American consciousness, Sundance had burned itself out.
Independent film had shed its radical aesthetic. Instead, it draped itself in the trapp…

It seemed so over.
After scorching instant classics like Pulp Fiction, Clerks, and Slacker into American consciousness, Sundance had burned itself out.
Independent film had shed its radical aesthetic. Instead, it draped itself in the trapp…