By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Picturing Sundance 2014 x 13 (Plus 140-Character Grasps For Instantaneous Truth)

If you go to parties, you miss movies. If you go to movie after movie after movie, you don’t have time to write, let alone think. But! Thank the Movie Godz for Twitter and for photographs. The quick quip and apt snap are more quickly up on my Twitter and Instagram (with RTs from others at the MCNtweets account). A raft of full-on reviews may have to wait a couple days: Wednesday and Thursday are sizing up as quadruple features, at the least. I’m dying to describe the titanic charm and simple, subversive comic loveliness of Obvious Child at length, as well as delve into the painterly effects of Love Is Strange, the look of which seems patterned after many of the artists who would have been contemporaries of John Lithgow’s character. Alas! Twitter reactions and more photos below. (The actual Twitter handle is @ebertmovie.)

LIFE-ITSELF-0

Life-Itself
Boyhood
BOYHOODZellner Kikuchi Zellner

Zellner-Kikuchi-Zellner at their opening night pour.

KUMIKO-LoversSundance 2014
Truism
LOVE IS STRANGE
Ancient indiefilm burial ground

The ancient indiefilm burial ground. Jamie Stuart says he can see Happy, Texas from here.

Staff Only

Press office. STAFF ONLY.

Obvious Child

Augment

Stealthfest

Stealthfest. Best rumors hold that FILM X tonight will be Nymphomaniac or Foxcatcher.

P-Brod

Consultant Peter Broderick in motion.

Laggied Lynn

Lynn Shelton, also in motion.

Shuttling

Shuttle

Get off the shuttle, the cool air hits your face, the dusk is blue and luminous, the chatter of the bus falls away, and on the sidewalk, you run into people you’re meant to run into.

Just confessed

Intimacies exchanged at the Slamdance opening night party in an underground parking garage.

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“All of the security, all of the waiters, all of the musicians … that’s 3,000 people!” The shopping required fifty tractor trailers. The are thirty gallons of cocktail sauce; 350 pounds of smoked salmon; 200 pounds of brussels sprouts, 250 pounds parmesan cheese; 3,600 eggs; 6,000 mini-brioche buns; five gallons of hot fudge; 20 pounds pickled ginger; 30 pounds edible gold dust; 7,000 miniature chocolate Oscars. There are 1,400 bottles of Piper-Heidsieck champagne and 2,200 bottles from Francis Ford Coppola’s winery. This will be served in and upon 13,000 glasses, 4,500 bamboo skewers, 4,800 ramekins and 6,000 cocktail forks.”
~ Wolfgang Puck Goes Oscar Dinner Shopping

“While these images seem to reveal all, they disclose nothing beneath the surface. All that we know is what we see onscreen and that Seberg’s face is delicate and lightly creased. She’s rarely shown smiling, although there are instances when she laughs emphatically, moments that feel uncomfortable and artificial, as if she were trying out an emotion she had forgotten. We know the texture of her skin; the patterns on the walls; the depth of field; the quality of the light; the contrast of the black-and-white film; the level of grain; the dowdiness of her clothes. She’s partial to granny dresses, or maybe they’re nightgowns, and when she stands in front of a window, the sunlight glows softly, creating a kind of ravishing halo effect: Saint Jean.”
~ Manohla Dargis On Philippe Garrel’s Les Hautes Solitudes