Who really won this summer's box-office sweepstakes? Was it the studio with the testosterone-fueled action hits or the little romantic comedy with a friend in high places?

Miramax hit the mother lode of Oscar nominations, especially with Chicago and Gangs of New York—films as brash as honcho Harvey Weinstein. Does anyone else stand a chance?

For a week in late winter, Park City, Utah, is indie filmmaking’s wildest bazaar, with people hawking their goods and hoping to stamp the tony Sundance brand on their products.