Karina Longworth, the razor-sharp opinionator on Spout.blog, raises an interesting issue in this guest post on Filmmaker magazine's blog: What about the movies that get into Sundance, but then don't get out?

She begins by reflecting on Steven Soderbergh, whose debut "sex, lies and videotape" marks its 20th anniversary with a special screening at this year's Sundance Film Festival.

"Almost ten years ago, circa 'Erin Brockovich,' I remember lying awake one night worrying about Steven Soderbergh's career," Longworth writes. She wondered if Soderbergh would ever be able to get back to quirky, personal movies.

Now, with four hours of "Che" opening in New York and slowly rolling out across the country next year, Longworth has her answer.

But now there's a new dilemma keeping Longworth awake: "Now, I lie awake at night worrying if people who are making films as personal and indifferent to Hollywood commericalism as those by Gerardo Naranjo, Matthew Newton and Frank V. Ross will ever get to have a career anything like Steven Soderbergh's - because before we can even wonder if they'll ever get to prove their mettle through the moderately-budgeted studio films which lead to the franchise blockbusters which result in the clout necessary to mount completely uncompromising 4.5 hour dream projects, we have to wonder if they'll ever see success on the level of the million-dollar Sundance sale."