“This movie is about the end of the world,” director Marnie Ellen Hertzler tells us in the opening minutes of Crestone. The images that accompany this statement show a group of Soundcloud rappers in a neon-lit room, smoking weed and watching their own music videos. This isn’t a familiar rendering of the apocalypse: there’s no religious prophecy, cosmic event, or natural disaster. Not a bang nor a whimper, just a rap beat. Here in the desert of Crestone, Colorado, it’s not the end of the world.