Back in the day, making an “independent film” meant something different than it does today.  Back then, there were “big-budget” films and “indies”, with very little in-between.  But over the years, “independent filmmaking” has come to mean something different, and what used to be considered an “indie” is now called a “micro-budget” film.  Just like the indies before them, these flicks range in quality from “completely atrocious” to “holy crap who made this and how can I see more of their stuff immediately?”.  Will Martin’s Roughrider is one of these micro-budget films (budget: $12,000), and I’m happy to report that—for the most part—it avoids falling into the “completely atrocious” category.  It may, in fact, announce the arrival of a new director-worth-watching.  Wanna know more about the flick?  Read on for my review (and a report from Roughrider’s world premiere at Austin’s Alamo Drafthouse theater), after the jump, folks.