By David Poland email@example.com
Sundance Is Melting
I always kinda like these last few days when the town empties out a bit and you can eat, go to movies, and think like a human being for a while.
The streets of Park City are literally melting today, after a night of snow and a morning of sun. It really is beautiful. And the locals don’t have that “Don’t fuck with me, muthafucker” look in their eyes.
This is also the part of the festival when good movies that are premiering late simply get forgotten by the buyers. Keep those eyes open, folks. There is gold in them thar’ hills… and it is not as overpriced as most of the other product that’s sold so far. (Beware stories that leave out the limited number of territories that WIP got for $6 million on The Science of Sleep or sure bet predictions on the ability to make a profit on a $10 million and 10% of gross deal on Little Miss Sunshine, which is going to have to be worked carefully to not become the next Happy, Tx. Nancy Utley can make it work, but it is not a downhill slide.)
For a few hours last night, I was actually quite happy here. There have been other fun moments. Jonathan Demme is a great guy and Neil Young is a hoot. But nine days in, it feels a little like actually being somewhere. Nice.