By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com
Sundance Seen Part 1
Three girl ghosts at dusk.
Infernal. Everyday sight if you get around town, or if you just like sitting in traffic. (Or don’t take a taxi, or don’t like to say, “We’ll Uber it” or “That your Uber,” two of the more common phrases this year.
Never an empty rack: is no one picking up the Reporter?
Up the hill on Main Street, wildposting is done in the proper place for Slamdance in front of the Treasure Mountain Inn. (Chicago filmmaker Michael Olenick, left.)
A promotion at the International Documentary Association’s fete for the fine, compassionate screengrab-of-our-moment doc by Jill Bauer and Ronna Gradus.
Don’t ask what happened here. It can’t be unseen.
The Pulitzer Prize-winning Jonathan Gold, food critic of the Los Angeles Times and subject of Land Of Gold, has a moment with Film Quarterly editor Ruby B. Rich in the Mariott headquarters hallway.
Breezing past the nineteenth century children’s cemetery.
And in between movies, slices of the Utah sky.
Pop-ups everywhere in Park City for the ten days of Sundance. Not all of them connected to Evel Knievel.
On Main Street, Kevin Smith is smodded by fans outside a popup Tim Horton’s somehow in support of his later-in-the year Yoga Hosers. “I never saw myself making a kid’s movie,” he told me, “but I think it came out kinda good.”