Wiseman pulls us straight into Aspen’s dichotomous heart. There are few towns on earth so wrenched between nature and human artifice, Old West values and the whims of the superrich at play. Some carefully juxtaposed moments: elderly fiddlers playing for money in front of pricey boutiques; begrimed miners gouging for silver ore as tonily garbed skiers schuss the pristine slopes. It’s the same with the culture scene. A local reading group engages in a lively, perceptive debate about a short story by Flaubert. Down the road, an art-gallery show unveils paintings of a pay phone, a fire hose and a Diet Pepsi vending machine… His target is Aspen, and his treatment—is an eyeful.