Sundance StartsJanuary 20, 2010
Going to the Sundance Film Festival is probably a lot like having a second child: You think the whole experience is going to be great, you’re going to end up with this great result and all the work will be worth it. But, your body has forgotten the excruciating pain it went through the first time. You’re forgotten about all the weight you’ve gained, how big your feet have gotten, the heartburn, the bed rest, that baby ripping open your asshole, etc. And then it all happens again and you wonder why you ever thought this was a good idea. You blame everyone around you for your discomforts, you curse the incompetent, nosy doctor, and your husband suffers from all your negativity. Then, when it’s all over, you’re left with something that takes a shit-ton of work and, frankly, just isn’t all that great. Plus, you have to do a bunch of kegels to get your coochie back to normal.
(I’m not sure how that last part fits in with Sundance…but there you have it. My analogies just keep getting better and better.)
And so it starts. Yesterday I went to pick up programs for Scott and I. All we wanted was a tangible way to scroll through the films we’re going to see as “members of the press” but the volunteer at the Salt Lake office gave me such a stink about it. I get how they’re trying to be “green” and everything, but I know when I get to Park City there are going to be programs strewn about on every surface imaginable. They always print 12 billion programs and then give Salt Lake 120.
Then there’s the ice on the sidewalks, the bus drivers that don’t know their way around town, the press screenings at odd hours that always conflict with each other, and the lack of decent food. Then again, there’s free tea and bagels, a really really helpful and nice press staff, and ample opportunity to see all of the films you need to. So it’s very stupid to complain. I get that. It’s just so easy to complain when it’s 12 degrees below and you’re hungry.
Now it’s off to Park City to finally get a program.