THIS MONTH City of Hope and Lone Star
ack in the 90s, writer-director John Sayles was a big deal. For cinephiles, at least. Building on the string of quality, genre-hopping titles he'd made in the 80s – , , , , , – he'd reached a point where each new release was an event. Respected magazines such as would salivate over the arrival of his fiercely independent, penned , an excellent book dedicated to the figureheads of recent US indie cinema: Hartley, Haynes, Jarmusch, Linklater, Lee, the Coens, Soderbergh, Lynch, Wang, Tarantino and, naturally, Sayles.