A different and amusing look at the Sundance Film Festival from Dallas writer Sarah Hepola.
What Park City has, however, is Save the Children volunteers.
‘Can I talk to you for a minute?’ asks a bright-eyed blond, smiling politely and holding a clipboard to her chest.
Dammit. They always get me.
I sign up for Save the Children. I request a child from Africa, preferably a very cute one.
‘Twenty dollars a month?’ L. says when we walk away. ‘That’s sorta steep.’
I point out that we just spent $12 on fudge….
The D.P. is nice. He comes to Sundance whenever he has a film in the festival, and he spends all day in the theatre. He saw five movies yesterday. The Woodsman, with Kyra Sedgwick and Kevin Bacon, is terrific, he says. Everyday People, about a black-friendly, Jewish-owned restaurant in Brooklyn, is really good. In fact, everything he’s seen has been worthwhile, and I feel a twinge of guilt for letting half our trip slip by without catching one single film. Long before I cared about celebrity, before I crushed on actors or read Us Weekly (helplessly, ridiculously), I just loved movies. I watched them over and over again — often in one sitting — just to have access to another life, just to see someone else’s sky for a while.
The whole essay is fun to read.