Blockbuster stores, megaplexes, and gargantuan vats of butter-soaked popcorn have turned the cinema experience from a cozy cultural happening into a journey into the belly of the beast. An economical beast without a soul, that is. The theaters and festivals that dare to display the reels that cant score the $100 million director are a sort of cinematic Robin Hood stealing the goods before the bigwigs can get their grubby paws on em. Get your piece of the pie at the South Florida Indy Film Festival, a collection of more than 50 entries vying for one of the top 12 spots. Each one is less than 18 minutes, and each genre will be represented, from drama to suspense and of course a bit of comedy, from filmmakers of every origin. You dont have to be Ebert or Roeper to dissect the plot or characters; the audience (online and live) will decide who receives the cash prize.
Fri., Jan. 30, 2009