That this poor excuse for an amateur hour showcase was heralded at Sundance is a great example of what is wrong with most indie filmmakers these days.First of all, there is such a thing as the art of cinematography. Just picking up a 16mm camera and pointing it at whomever has a line does not make for a real movie.I guess we have to consider ourselves lucky the director didn't pick up someone's camcorder...Second, indie films are supposed to be about real people. There's nothing real in this film. None of the characters come across as being even remotely human.What they come across as being is figments of the imagination of a writer trying to impress his buddies by showing them how "cool and edgy" he is.Sorry, but this is not good writing, or good directing.What is left is a husk of a bad movie that somehow made its way to Sundance. Hard to believe this was one of the best films submitted...In any case, it made me loose what was left of my respect for the Sundance brand.