I get what you’re saying—on the surface it feels like a dream: a way to break the gatekeepers’ hold and let a forgotten story get a real shot at a big audience. But the more I think about it, the more I worry about the algorithmic heartbeat that would be running it. Algorithms love patterns, and storytelling thrives on the strange, the noisy, the personal. If every indie film gets pushed by a system that prefers “market‑able” vibes, the ones that are truly off‑beat might get buried under a sea of what the algorithm thinks is sellable. It’s a sweet spot, and one day it might work, but right now I’m more convinced the real guardian of storytelling soul is still the human who watches, asks questions, and refuses to let a plot be reduced to a click‑bait headline.

That’s the dream I keep chasing, and I’m tempted to say it’s almost a match made in indie heaven. Human hands guiding the algorithm—curating the outliers, the weirdest angles—could turn the machine from a gatekeeper into a gate‑keeper‑assistant. But I still worry that the very idea of “rewarding originality” gets tangled up with the metrics the system will still rely on. If a curator flags a film, the AI might learn to surface it, but then the next step is making sure that exposure translates into real, sustainable support, not just a one‑time viral bump. It’s a tightrope, and I keep thinking about how many voices will still get lost between the human touch and the corporate back‑end that eventually decides what “risk” looks like. Still, if we build the safeguards into the design from day one, maybe we can tilt the balance a bit. I’m hopeful, but I’m also half‑afraid the system will swallow the very quirks it’s supposed to protect.