The festival everyone loves to hateMay 1st, 2004 | Kyle Minor
There are two Sundance Film Festivals.
The importance of being connectedMay 1st, 2004 | Elizabeth Angell
Everyone knows the value of networking, right?
Where is the indie scene in big bad LA?May 1st, 2004 | Gadi Harel
I could just be romanticizing it now that Ive moved, but in New York all the filmmakers I knew seemed to be creating by any means necessaryfrom Super-8 shorts to animation on their laptops while fundraising for a summer-shoot, to staging readings for a work-in-progress in between compiling documentary footage.
“Spiritual cinema” gains convertsMay 1st, 2004 | Muriel Stockdale
After more than twenty years in the business, I decided to quit my career as a costume designer. I was profoundly depressed by the excessive violence, sex, and emptiness in the scripts I was seeing and the movies I was working on.
Can indies afford medical insurance?May 1st, 2004 | Matt Dunne
It seems you cant turn around these days without hearing people moan about the high cost of health insurance. Whether its presidential candidates duking it out in television commercials, small business owners worried about paying for insurance, or average Americans buried by the cost of prescription drugs, paying for health care is on everybodys mind.
Austin’s SXSW Fest is like no otherMay 1st, 2004 | Laura Nathan
Long gone are the days when Austin, Texas was merely a breeding-ground for progressive types, presidential hopefuls, and music junkies. As home to the South-by-Southwest Film Festival (SXSW), Austin has become the independent filmmakers Eden. As first time filmmaker Allison Berg explains it, "I thought [SXSW] was one of the best festivals for my film to get into . . .
Bringing back the harlem renaissanceMay 1st, 2004 | Austin Bunn
In the Flying Saucer café in Brooklyn, New York, Rodney Evans settles into the same chair he sat in to storyboard almost the entirety of his first feature, Brother to Brother. "I cant draw," explains Evans, "so I would sketch out these stick figures in a spiral-bound notebook, and then a friend of mine who is an artist made them look like people.