Momma Mack’s poster-and-postcard business has been rendered defunct by the likes of Amazon, and dutiful daughter Jodie has come home to depict its final days via avant-garde rock opera. The result is a psychedelic deconstruction of Western pop-cultural history viewed through the local lens of a failing entrepreneur. Playfully appropriating Pink Floyd hits to tell the story—hint: the film’s initials are D.S.o.M.—and literally deconstructing a warehouse full of iconic images, Mack transforms mass-produced kitsch into a touching tribute. Its tongue planted firmly in cheek, its heart (and its themes) on its sleeve, and its eye irrevocably dilated by a few decades’ overexposure to pop culture’s excesses, Dusty Stacks of Mom is the perfect Weird Wake-Up. And you get to see it performed live. (KP)