Tucson is doubly blessed to host the U.S. premiere of Ten Minutes Later: The Trumpet, an anthology film that brings together seven of the worlds leading directors and gives them each 10 minutes to tell a story about the passage of time. None of the segments suck (which is pretty amazing, really), and some of them are spectacular. The film starts strongly, with Aki Kaurismakis "Dogs Have No Hell," which seems like a sequel to his Man Without a Past. Kaurismakis work is something of an acquired taste, being some of the driest comedy since Mohammeds famous "Pie in the face", but if, like me, you go for his beautifully lit, quietly acted gems, youll love this one. Then Victor Erices "Lifeline" is a little too much like the stereotype of an art film, but its over quickly (the true joy of the format) and its on to Jim Jarmuschs charming, if a bit obvious, "Int. Trailer Night," starring the lovely and clueless Chloe Sevigny. Spike Lees mini-documentary "We Wuz Robbed" should make anyone who loves democracy pig-biting mad. The high point, though, is the cool, tripped-out drug film "Twelve Miles to Trona" by Wim Wenders. Featuring an Eels soundtrack thats been run through, like, 12 flangers and a vat of peyote, its beautiful, eerie, frightening and sad. And if you dont like it, wait 10 minutes and something else will come on.