For starters, check these entries out that I wrote via Sundance:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3It's really mind boggling that I've finally experienced the independent film festival I've been aspiring to go to for years. It was always a dream to come to this small city just outside of SLC, and devour myself in films that were independently made with so much passion and persistence ('devour' might be a bad word to use, makes me sound like an even bigger fatty).
Anyway, my point is, I would love to some day have a film I either made, or help make, debut at the Sundance Film Festival. Just think of how many Little Miss Sunshine's there are out there that have yet to be discovered.
Now, onto the fun stuff: celebs, movies, parties, and free shit.
As you all know I interned at Plum Pictures a year ago, and they had 2 of their films premiere at Sundance: Grace is Gone (the biggest sold film yet at the festival), and Dedication.
We only saw Dedication, which was better than I had expected. Billy Crudop and Tom Wilkinson were brilliant, of course, but poor Mandy Moore... she tried :/
We also caught a screening of Joshua, which I wrote about in my previous entry. That movie was SO disturbing beyond belief.
We had to compensate for the lack of movies by hitting up parties. Being in a room full of who's who of independent cinema, and Hollywood, was fucking awesome. But I kept it real with everyone, because these were private parties, and the last thing any person wants is to be bombarded by fans. They're people just like us ;)
I spoke to some, gawked at others, and partied with the rest. I wasn't out there to schmooze, and/or teeny over celebs, but when you see someone you've admired all up in your grill you're bound to get a tad excited. Shit man, I'm still a little "holler!" about my Emile Hirsch encounter.
If you didn't know, I went to Sundance with Maegan, and Caitlin, and Kate roomed with us as well in a condo that was being rented out by a group of filmmakers making a documentary on dream interpretation (there were other people in the house, but I didn't meet all of them).
On our first day we got into the Entertainment Weekly party by accident. We just happened to stumble upon the arrivals red carpet as we were walking to the bus stop, so we decided to stick around to see who was going to show up. Justin Theroux happened to be there, so we got his attention, and with his help got in.
There were b&w posters of actors around the place, and once Maegan got pretty tipsy she decided she would walk around the main room like she was on a mission. She crashed into this Meryl Streep poster 3 times, and on the 3rd time almost broke it in half. The hipsters were like O_o, and I was like OMG THAT'S MERYL STREEPS POSTER! But Maegan was still on a mission to be a hot mess, and proceeded to park herself right next to Diego Luna who was chit-chatting with people. So we follow her over, and she starts talking to me and I notice her leg is slowly moving upward in a kick position for no reason. I'm like, wtf stop being such a crazy person, and as I started to tell her to calm down she begins to fall backwards onto some wannabe models that were standing behind us, and of course Diego saw the whole thing. Rofl I looked at him with this "I am so not her friend" expression on my face. Maegan finally got up and said with lots of passion, "I knew I was falling, but I said "fuck it!" lol best quote ever.
Not to mention Perez Hilton was def. on some kind of drugs at the EW party, and the one we crashed on Monday night. He promoted Monday’s party like it was his own, but he ended up sitting there like a drooling cow typing away on his sidekick while DJ AM, Danny Masterson, and Kidd Millionaire introduced the party as their own, lolol. Ouch. I wonder who showed up to the party after we left, since most of Hollywood dislikes him.
On Sunday we hit up the Heineken Karaoke Party that was filled to the max with people. Caitlin karaoked right after a haggard Tara Reid, coked out Jenna Malone, cute Josh Hartnet, skinny ass Bijou Phillips and random duo, Sienna Miller and Harvey Weinstein. I was mostly just
concerned about Emile Hirsch and my rolls of back fat oozing out for everyone to see.
I described the entire experience in Park City (mainly the main st. where most of the events and shops are) as being like a snow globe with celebs, movies, parties and free shit, and that's exactly what it was.
I feel like all of the parties kind of overshadowed the whole point of Sundance, but hey, the festival is in fucking Utah at the top of mountains in the middle of January, so there needs to be some sort of warming up! I just wish I had time to ski/snowtube while I was up there.
I'll shut up now, cause if I go any further I'll make myself sad that it's all over. For the rest of my stories and encounters just refer back to the bottom 3 entries. Kthx.
Well, I guess that’s pretty much it in a nutshell. I hope I didn’t sound like an obnoxious name dropper – I just shared the stories I thought were most amusing, not for the sake of name dropping, but for the sake of amusement. 'Tis all.
Here are the pix and videos as promised (missing: Tara Reid's wrecked version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" because Maegan recorded that shit on her digicam).
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