A traditional scapegoat for writers slacking on festival coverage has been faulty wifi. This year, in spite of Sundance’s efforts to adequately wire Park City I’ve been plenty frustrated with some the Internet, particularly that at the Yarrow, where I was staying until yesterday. So of course I was excited to find that my new place of lodging as of last night had terrific wifi reception. I planned to get a lot of writing done while everyone else seemed to be seeing Red State and then partying. It had been a messy day already with few films seen and complications with publicists who didn’t have me down for an interview I was scheduled for, causing half a day of delays. So I get to the place, where I know no one, settle into my room and open up my laptop and notes and am ready to go. Then, I made the mistake of leaving the room to introduce myself to some of my new housemates. When I returned to get busy, I found that some others were getting a different kind of busy in my room.
So that’s my new excuse for lack of good coverage today. People had sex on my bed, apparently without even removing my laptop from atop the mattress. And my phone, notebook and everything else i could have used to be productive were also trapped inside. I’d heard Sundance was like college, but I had no idea it was this much. Before you comment with the question, no, I didn’t take pictures or video.
So for today, I offer only a link to my predominantly documentary coverage over at Cinematical. Stay tuned for more!