The Maryland Film Festival, in Baltimore, has long been one of the crucial showcases for independent films. This year's festival, from which I've just gotten back, has a new home, the Parkway Theatre (formally, the Stavros Niarchos Foundation Parkway Film Center), which is a renovation and expansion of a movie theatre that has been in the center of town since 1915 and that had previously been shuttered since the nineteen-seventies. The main hall is a majestic space, with a sweeping balcony, a dramatic ceiling, and enticing terra-cotta details. Two smaller theatres, plus a spectacular glass-walled lounge that invites the city into the room and opens the room up to the city, have been added. But a festival is made not by its theatre but by its movies, and this year's schedule was a cornucopia unmatched in my previous years of attendance--one that reflects major shifts in the world of independent filmmaking.