The Continuing Saga of Sundance

I’m sorry that this post has taken so long. Everyone’s probably already lost the majority of their interest in Sundance, but I wanted to chronicle my entire experience and so I’ll just add this final one.

On Tuesday of the second week of Sundance I saw this movie called the Adventures of Power. Honestly, I really enjoyed this movie—it was probably my favorite Sundance movie that I saw—but when I saw it I was kind of in a bad mood, so I don’t think I appreciated it as much as I could have. It’s a pretty light-hearted comedy that owes more than a little to another Sundance breakout hit, Napoleon Dynamite. The editing is a lot more fast-paced for sure, but the quirkiness and eclectic feel have Napoleon Dynamite written all over it. Not to mention that the star and director look suspiciously like Jon Heder in his first starring role. Therefore, if you enjoy unconventional offbeat humor wrapped around the premise of ‘air drumming’ then you should definitely give this little movie a try. That’s if it gets picked up by a major studio. Thanks again, Christian for the tickets.

My next Sundance experience was a concert. Emma and I went to go see the Aggrolites at the Kimball’s Art Center. Again, in order to get into these concerts you have to have credentials. I didn’t this time, but Emma actually knew the band from when they performed on the hit kids TV show Yo Gabba Gabba, which Emma was on. The concert was extremely small and was really conceived for the Sundance ‘uppities’ with their important credentials. This meant that the band was performing for a bunch of people that were only there to flash their credentials and say they went to the concert, in other words, they weren’t really fans. This created kind of a lounge bar feeling: an act performs with great panache, but the elitists are too busy sipping their drinks and schmoozing to really take notice. However, the Aggrolites released some exclusive tickets on their MySpace page to their most loyal fans, which meant that there were probably twenty-five to thirty people there who actually cared. And the band delivered. They’re kind of a reggae-rock band akin to 311, but with more allegiance to the ska realm of the musical universe. Anyway, it rocked and we didn’t get a ticket for illegal parking. Yay!

Our final Sundance venture happened at 9:15 on a Saturday morning. (Getting Emma to go anywhere at this time in the morning is a minor miracle. jk.) We went to go see this movie CSNY: Déjà Vu. It’s about the aging rockers, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, on their "Freedom of Speech Tour" in 2006 that was the equivalent of a political rally for anti-war sentiment. Let’s see, I don’t mind people speaking their minds and letting their frustrations out through song, but to create a documentary about pulling out of Iraq, built upon weak 60s sensibilities and simplistic melodrama isn’t the way to really influence policy or difficult decision-making. Here’s what one commenter said on the movie’s IMDB webpage:

Sundance Moment: Someone in the Q&A said that he had lost a brother in Iraq, and told Neil Young that "you have no idea what you're talking about." It was a tense moment in the very liberal Sundance crowd. I'm guessing that Young has dealt with this kind of thing dozens of times on the tour, and he chose to handle it by, essentially, backing down. "I think you're right," he said. "We're just trying to get people to talk about it." Well, that might be an easy answer, but I'm not sure it's honest. A song like "Let's Impeach the President" is something more than an invitation for dialogue; it's a political statement of the strongest kind. I respect the band's sincerity, but was disappointed they were something less than forthright when challenged.

Here, here.

Anyway, thanks again Christian for the tickets. Apparently all of CSNY were there that morning at the screening, but we failed to even look for them. That was stupid. We then went out to eat at Loco Lizard and decided to take a picture.

So, Sundance is over for now. When worked correctly you can have a pretty good time when Hollywood turns its spotlight onto little ol’ Park City. I really enjoyed myself this year, but it’s also kind of a headache. It’s kind of like when your relatives come over to visit you: it’s great to see them and listen to all they have to say, but soon enough you can’t wait for them to leave.

Connecting at Sundance

The next big day was on Monday or MLK Jr. day. I started off the day by skiing with my honey. Parking again was a mess, but thanks to my bro-in-law, Steve, we were able to get some pretty sweet underground parking. (Thanks Steve.) We then took public transit again to Main Street where we were able to see a couple of bands. We wanted to see Ingrid Michaelson, but because we missed our transit connection, we got their too late.

However, we did see Sea Wolf at the Music Café. It’s a pretty cool little venue and the only way to get in is by having ‘credentials.’ I, of course, don’t have credentials, but I borrowed some from work and I was consequently known as ‘Alison Butz’ the rest of the day. No really. The little concert was actually extremely awesome, mainly due to the band itself, but the intimate atmosphere and ability to be really close to the band was priceless.

I kept trying to film them, but I got in trouble. Then I took some pictures of them, but got in trouble because of the flash I was using. This lady must have felt bad for berating me so much because she gave me and Emma a couple of free CDs at the close of the show. Since we were so close to the band we went up and talked to them. Emma told them that they looked really peaceful. Not wanting them to feel like we had just finished singing hymns or something, I hurriedly told them that they rocked. They then signed our CDs. Now, that really did rock.

After finding a place to eat (thank you Davanza’s) we met up with my buddy Christian and his date (friend?) Whitney. We then took the lovely public transit over to the Racquet Club. I was worried that they’d give our seats away since we were getting there only fifteen minutes beforehand, which is customary. Luckily, we didn’t have any problems finding some seats, but we couldn’t exactly sit right next to each other. It was during this time that we were able to spot Quentin Tarantino directly across the aisle from us. I took a very quick and blurry picture because I didn’t want to feel like a gawky fan, which is why I didn’t take a second. Stupid.

So here’s the rub: with Sundance you really never know what kind of movie you’re gonna see. You can read the small little snippets before you go, but this isn’t as useful as you might think. I didn’t choose this movie on purpose; we were going because I got free tickets at work. The move was called Sleep Dealer, and honestly, after watching the movie, I’m not entirely sure why it was called that. I knew it was a sci-fi before going in, but I had no idea it was going to be ninety percent in Spanish. Think about it—a Mexican science fiction movie—that’s kind of weird isn’t it? Well, it was kind of weird, but at the same time wonderful. It was a simple story about a dystopian not-too-distant future on the Mexican/American border. The special effects were amazing for a low budget film, but for blockbuster cinema it would’ve been almost laughable. The cinematography was great and the acting top-notch, but the story was almost too quaint to be honest.

Science fiction is about turning all your traditionally held beliefs on their ear; but the major themes in the film seemed almost like retread for me. For instance: becoming less connected to humanity in a world that’s becoming more digitally connected seems like it could’ve been a cautionary public ad or something. Science fiction is supposed to scare you to the core; it makes you say, “I pray that our future could never be like that.” But this movie made me think, “hmm, the future doesn’t really sound that bad.” Am I a (gulp) becoming too much of a realist, too much of pragmatist? Maybe, but I think the filmmaking was just a little soft, if not delicate—which would’ve played out well for a rom-com, but not so much for sci-fi.

However, I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the director and principle cast members giving their two bits about the movie after the credits had rolled. I think I liked the movie a little more after this, but that’s like saying you enjoyed a joke after someone explained the punch line to you. You appreciate the joke for its creativity, but you’re still not sure why you just didn’t ‘connect’ with it to start.

Sundancing with the Stars, er, kind of...

I’ve lived in Park City off and on for the last twenty-odd years. I love and hate it sometimes. I love the snow, skiing, and the small-town mentality, but once a year my little home town turns into Hollywood on ice. While I find Sundance intriguing in a way, I also find it incredibly annoying with all the extra traffic, wannabe stars, and uber fan gawkers. While I can’t help but get caught up in the frenzy a little, I’m also apt to complain – call it human nature. But this post won’t dwell on the headache induced aspects of Sundance, but rather the parts that I enjoyed and participated in. I was originally going to give day-by-day updates of Sundance happenings, but I’ve found myself extremely busy at work and tired at home, thus postponing my desire to write something for my faithful readers, yes all two of you.

Sundance officially begins on Friday, but the traffic begins a couple of days before. Now, when I say traffic, I mean traffic. Usually it takes me only 15 – 20 min. to get home from work; this is usually doubled during Sundance or even longer. Plus, I’m not allowed to park in my own parking lot for work. I’m not sure why this is, but it’s so frustrating. I have to take public transit everywhere.

Anyway, on Friday of the first week a couple of my friends went to go hang out on Main Street during our lunch break. Now, let’s be honest, you could spend the whole day looking for celebs and never see any—I know I’ve looked. So, our Main Street venture was supposed to be pretty lame because that’s what I was expecting—and for the most part it was. But I did run into the one and the only Ian Ziering from 90210 and Dancing with the Stars fame. I know, you’re all pretty shocked and awed by this, but that’s how I roll. Usually I wouldn’t brag about this, but that’s what blogs are for, right??