The Blair Witch Project

The all-time indie sensation: made for $35,000 in the woods of Burkittsville, Md., and bought at Sundance by Artisan Entertainment for $1.1 million, this horror mockumentary grossed $140 million domestic, another $108 million foreign. Throw in the video revenue and you have something like a 10,000-to-one return on the original investment. All for a movie made guerrilla-style in eight days and nights with three actors who invented their own dialogue, shared the fears of the audience (since they didn’t know much of what was going on) and shot the point-of-view footage themselves. (One actor was given a High-8 video camera bought at Circuit City. After the shooting, directors Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez returned it and got a refund.) But viewers don’t pay for a movie’s budget; they pay for its thrills. And this Blair Witch gave them by withholding standard horror gotchas. Tweaking Mies van der Rohe’s dictum into “Less is morbid,” it made viewers collaborate actively in both the scenario and the scariness. The film also emblemized the vagaries of indie stardom, when the out-of-nowhere directors quickly slipped back into anonymity.
American Splendor

Another dextrous jumble of fact and fiction, this bio-pic of part-time comic book creators and full-blown neurotics Harvey Pekar (Paul Giamatti) and Joyce Brabner (Hope Davis) was shot in Pekar’s home town of Cleveland by the wife-husband filmmaking team of Shari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini, who snagged an Oscar nomination for their script. Pekar, an ornery depressive who made his living as a file clerk at a veterans’ hospital. achieved furtive renown as an occasional guest on David Letterman’s talk soiree. He appears briefly as himself here, but Giamatti makes him even more endearing-exasperating as the hero-schlub of a flaky romantic comedy. It won the Sundance Jury prize.













