I am a fan. No doubt about it. INK is difficult to pin down, genre-wise. Urban Fantasy, perhaps? The plot sounds typical: a little girl caught up in the never-ending struggle between good and evil in the spirit/dream world. What sets it apart is the creativity, the characters, the gritty coolness of it all. Indy films can be so lame, so angsty, you reach for the brain bleach in the first ten minutes, but not this one. This is worthy indeed. My copy is on the way – get your own.