If you don't already hate hippies, An American Hippie in Israel just might shove you into that corner. The 1972 oddity by first- and last-time filmmaker Amos Sefer is as odd as it is unsubtle; this is a film that runs its lone point into the ground with the weight of … well, the steamroller that flattens the flowers in the opening credits. Get it?
Once upon a time, the idea of a film being silent, foreign and — steee-rike three! — black and white equated to box-office poison. Then 2011’s The Artist won five Academy Awards, including Best Picture; earned $133 million worldwide; and lived happily ever after.
For no-budget cinema, the single location is a godsend. Set a movie entirely or mostly in one spot — one room, even — and you jussssst might be able to afford to put your thinly veiled autobiographical story onto film (OK, technically video). Such is the case for two new indie offerings: Drinking Games and From the Head.