It's easy to forget that the '90s had its own unique look and vibe -- just like the '80s, '70s, and '60s before it. It's not until we throw a film into the player that we remember just how rampant the flannel was, how many sexy women were swathed in over-sized clothing, and how the cinematic landscape was rife with raw and emerging indie talent. It was a decade kicked off by Richard Linklater's $23,000 Slacker, which then inspired the whirlwind that was Kevin Smith and Clerks.
From Cameron Crowe's Singles to Chasing Amy, the '90s were fueled by ties to indie culture and a feverish DIY sense. I'm not referring to today's DIY littering magazines and blogs, but the moments when fledgling talents bravely set out not only to relish the alternative scene, but to create their own art, maxing out credit cards and renting equipment before it became all too easy with YouTube and DSLR movie cameras. The movement produced a lot of intimate, gritty, and unpolished features that rose beyond their modest means. But one often gets lost in the '90s shuffle, perhaps because it was a film free of the low-budget feel -- Wes Anderson's fumbling thief film, Bottle Rocket.