Overheard at the press screening for Momma’s Man, 8:57 a.m., January 23rd: "It’s Wednesday. Who’s still here, ya know?"
Howdy from Park City, PopWatchers, where I’m sitting in the now-celebrity-free photo studio as the video crew watches Clive Owen hunch about in Derailed on the HP big-screen and we hungrily await our Thai food. It’s oddly quiet here, despite the movie’s presence — and hey, look! I just summed up the last two days of Sundance!
With the tragic news about Heath Ledger yesterday, the festival — which was already slowing down — officially became a little bit desolate. The streets have emptied out, the swag shops have closed, the weather has turned clear and frigid, and, with the exception of the high-wattage Raisin in the Sun cast — Sean Combs, Sanaa Lathan, Audra McDonald, John Stamos, and Phylicia Rashad, who, when assembled on our couch, damn near made me pass out from their conglomerated attractiveness — most of the stars have headed home.
This is my favorite time at Sundance, if I’m allowed to have a favorite time after just two years in attendance. If you’re still in town, you pretty much just want to watch the moving pictures, not the shiny people. Even better: After my screening of the Palestinian rap documentary Slingshot Hip-Hop tonight (and my interview with ROCK LEGEND NEIL YOUNG tomorrow), my professional obligations here will be largely complete, and I can just start seeing stuff I want to see. Of course, I’ve done a bit of that today, too. After the jump, we cover yesterday’s slightly shell-shocked events, and the somewhat less emotionally awkward activities of today. Come with me, won’t you, my darling pocket peeps?