Sundance Bloggin'

Aight, coming to you live from Sundance day 2 and I can tell you that Park City just can't handle the crunkness that is the Atl. It's as if they've never heard of call and response. When a 5 foot 4 light skinned black man asks you to represent your city, you damn well better respond yo. Do you have no pride NYC? What about you San Fran? When it's 15 degrees and when your in a line of 150, who are all eagerly waiting to see if any--and I man if any--tickets might be released, you'd figure you'd be able to muster up some fire. Give some of that inner-cinephile free rein and expression. Anyhoo, me and Mike Friedman woke up at 4 am this morning so we could we get in line to procure more tickets. Doubling up on socks and other essential bits of clothing, we trugded down to the Main Box Office and joined the roughly other two dozen folks who were already in line. What did we get for our trouble? Four hours and roughly 20 minutes later we were only able to buy 3 more tickets for a midnight showing. Okay, we did bond with our fellow line goers. One was a film professor from the University of San Diego who eventually traded shifts with his wife. Another were a pair of girls from the New York who hadn't been able to purchase tickets at all prior to arriving. And then were the guys and girls who weren't actually in line, but had slept at the box office cause they didn't have anywhere else to sleep. As my first Sundance I'll say that so far this has been a curious film festival at best. I've never been to a festival organized around film that seems to be so little about film. As one fellow attendee put it, at times Sundance feels very much like Mardi Gras. But, tonight I have--what has quickly become one of the hottest events--the chance to catch the new Beastie Boy doc Awesome, I F*ckin' Shot That It. So here's to more bonding and hopefully finding more film in my debauchery.