It’s always this time of year, right before the nominations, that a good deal of the blogger and film writing community pack their bags and head to Sundance. Can any movie emerge there and do well next year? Just ask Little Miss Sunshine.¬† Sundance, though, seems like an awful lot of trouble just to find out the buzz on a few films – my impression of it is just that it’s a scene full of scenesters and part of me would rather chew glass than ever attend. So we do our part and check out how those who can stand it, do stand it. Here is Jeff Wells, irritated with the parka mafia:
A little part of me — okay, one that I don’t admire and probably shouldn’t acknowledge — wants to go up to one of these groups, bend over and say in a very quiet voice, “I’m sorry, guys, it’s obviously none of my business…but did you know that the stuff you say in conversation doesn’t always have to be funny? I mean, you don’t have to laugh uproariously all the time? You can just sit there and chill down and be heavy-cat Zen types. You could even be silent for a bit and read about the jet that splashed into the Hudson yesterday. Oh, I’m sorry — not funny enough, right?
“I’m mentioning this, no offense, because your constant smiling and chuckling and laughing are driving me up the wall.”
And that, my friends, is about the most exciting news on Sundance I could find.