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“My guess is that it’s a reflection of fear and desperation. The United States is an unusually frightened country, and in such circumstances, people concoct, maybe for escape or relief, [narratives] in which terrible things happen. Fear in the United States is actually a pretty interesting phenomenon. It actually goes back to the colonies — there’s a very interesting book by a literary critic, Bruce Franklin, called War Stars. It’s a study of popular literature…from the earliest days to the present, and there are a couple of themes that run through it that are pretty striking. For one thing, one major theme in popular literature is that we’re about to face destruction from some terrible, awesome enemy, and at the last moment we’re saved by a superhero, or a super-weapon — or, in recent years, high school kids going to the hills to chase away the Russians. There’s a sub-theme: it turns out this enemy, this horrible enemy that’s going to destroy us, is someone we’re oppressing. So you go back to the early years, the terrible enemy was the Indians.”
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Let Toronto be Toronto.
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Middle of the week, familiar faces aren’t recurring so often, Sundance theaters are mostly full, but not completely. But the traffic. The traffic never stops. Sundance 2014 was the first festival I’ve been to where what would once have been a workable schedule of screenings went to hell repeatedly because of traffic standstills all around Park City. The good thing about that is three or four films I would never have seen, but saw because they were the next option, half an hour forward, an hour forward, and they were good. I Pollyanna’ed that idea day and night long. Sundance: wherever you are, you’re where you were meant to be. And here are some people who stayed through to the sunshiny end, until Saturday’s awards ceremony. Screens are a theme, it seems. [For more from the night, including Nick Offerman's manly full-length fur coat, click here.]
Last movie before the awards ceremony on a supershuttle across the city. You have been warned.
A picture of a picture of a backdrop that will be torn down in a few hours.
Mr. Nick Offerman officiated with the help of his “Legal Property,” Megan Mullaly. They sang a forgettable ditty about how movies get to Sundance, called “Pussy and Weed.”
Guides wave placards to facilitate seating in the pre-show cocktail crush.
Beards. Beards examining beards. Many beards.
William Macy will remember this until the last of his memory card.
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