Necessary Sacrifice: Sundance, Mormon Movies, and the Race to Oscar Night
…h this thing called life.” As I sat in the theater, the lighting ebbed and flowed with each 15- or 17-minute presentation, the inhales and exhales of a room barely enduring its own exhibition. Every film included the same slow start, with an unflappable camera recording the quotidian: two African American cousins find work clearing a white man’s post-Katrina bungalow; a muscleman hefts barbells and stares at himself in the mirror; a Finnish farm w…
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