The contemporary American independent filmmaking scene as we know it was born some thirty-five to forty years ago, and John Sayles has as much right as anybody to claim midwife status. Any aspiring filmmaker whose films aren't designed for mainstream success would do well to consider the Sayles business model, whereby the director saved the funds he got from writing TV-movies and Roger Corman genre flicks and plowed them into his own low-budget productions. Now, as John Anderson reports in The New York Times, Sayles and other indie directors of his generation are facing a new problem: moving towards their sixties while continuing to work outside the industry and courting an audience that thinks of "indie film" as a young person's game. (In the new documentary Lynch, the sixty-one-year-old director of Blue Velvet can be seen courting an Internet audience, renouncing film for digital video and, with respect to getting funding, declaring his eternal gratitude to the French.)

Independent filmmaking is a much more crowded field than it was when Sayles and his longtime co-producer and life-partner Maggie Renzi made The Return of the Secaucus Seven, and while distributors and the entertainment media pay lip service to the aging established names, what they really want is a piece of the hot young newcomer whose debut inspired some buzz at Sundance. Reflecting on the difference between then and now, Sayles told Anderson, "The good thing, is it's a lot easier to make a movie than it is used to be. When we started, there was no high-def video, for instance. We made our movie and nobody had ever heard of that: 'You just made a movie? How can anyone just make a movie?' If your film simply had sprocket holes, the four companies that were not studios — there were four at the time — would come and look. . . Now, Sundance gets 5,000 feature films every year, and there are 5,000 filmmakers from the last year who are still trying to make films. Every distributor in America could show a different movie every day for a year, and there are only so many screens that show non-Hollywood stuff, and only fifty-two weeks a year, so. . . there's a huge amount of competition." Sayles's new film, Honeydripper, is set in a blues bar circa 1950 and features a predominately African-American cast — which is to say that it won't make Harvey Weinstein's mouth water. But Sayles and Renzi remain adamantly grass-roots in their approach; their plan is to attract word-of-mouth business by pitching to blues fans and black churchgoers. Renzi believes that the audience for their picture is out there: "They just need to be invited back into the theaters. . . My challenge to . . . [the distributors] is, 'Can you come up to the new mark?' Because the old mark isn’t working anymore." — Phil Nugent