If that sounds like an unhappy day for the world of independent film well, it is.
Yet what struck me most last week is the extraordinary symbolic resonance of Miramax leaving New York City.
It marks the end of an era not just for the company, but for movies, period.
I dont mean to sound naive about that.
That dichotomy has been in place ever since the New Hollywood renaissance of the 1970s.
Before then, the vast majority of movies were made in Los Angeles.
(Woody Allen did that, too, by making over Manhattan into his own private island.)
He made movies in every sense in a New York state of mind.
Those New York streets, of course, are a lot more civilized today than they used to be.
So maybe Los Angeles has finally won the war.
