Mmm, deliberately self-aware, forced hipness.

Made-for-Sundance up and coming new hip director with a vision films are a genre of b-movie all on their own, and perhaps deserving of their own thread.

The usual trajectory is: they're pretty, they're interesting, with striking visuals, distinctive style, and camera angles that discreetly call attention to their own artistry. Generally, the storyline is also compelling, with quirky characters and narratives that seem simultaneously fantastic and true.

And then, just when you're really attached to all of that and have somehow bonded with the main characters, they tend invariably to die horribly by some nasty quirk of fate, or their life otherwise devolves into a fatal downward spiral, the setup of which came only within the last 15 minutes of the movie.