Despite the fact that I have a degree in Film, I have a strange tendency to be about two years behind the indie film scene. Case in point: tonight I finally saw Rushmore, after my friend Craig dropped me a blank stare and declared that he couldn't believe I hadn't yet seen a movie that is "so my kind of film."
Well, he was right. What a freakin' genius movie that is. The killer soundtrack which features The Kinks, The Faces, The Stones, The Who and John Lennon doesn't hurt, either. And of course, Bill Murray kicks it square in the ass.
I should probably get around to watching Magnolia now, and I'll let you know how good Ghost World is somewhere around 2003. But by then you'll all be lauding the magnificence of the new Bret Michaels film, or something.