By Indiewire | Indiewire January 21, 1998 at 2:00AM
Park City 98: indieWIRE BUZZ ++ 1.21.98
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Over the past couple of days, rumors have been swirling that P.J. Castellaneta's "Relax...It's Just Sex" was close to securing distribution, and indieWIRE has heard that October Films may be acquiring the ensemble comedy/drama which stars Mitchell Anderson, Jennifer Tilly, Lori Petty and Cynda Williams. Sex has thus far generated glowing buzz from festival audience members. Taking a very '90's approach to sexual dynamics and intimacy, the film boldly explores issues of companionship in both gay and hetero relationships.
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Meanwhile, "SLAM", celebrating at a party at Lakota last night, is also the subject of significant buzz which has the film going to Trimark. Commenting on the frenzy, one actor from the film quipped, "It doesn't matter who picks up this film, because this film is being distributed by God."
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Also, on tap for a deal is "Pi", which is rumored to be heading for a home with LIVE. Finally, "The Farm," has a solid distribution offer on the table.
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On Sunday was the "Dead Man's Curve" party at Lakota. Leaving another soiree, we ambled down the street, heading toward the bash when one of our group suddenly spotted JFK, Jr. He walked out of the Riverhorse Cafe and strolled down Main Street. So, there we were, posed with a stumper: John John walking alone at 11pm... do we give chase with cameras, possibly raising the spectre of the paparazzi, or do we politely allow him his after dinner stroll? Of course, how scary is a group made up of indieWIRE's Tom Cunha, IMAGE topper Anne Hubbell and yours truly, with one of us armed with the most threatening of cameras, the $19.95 Polaroid? I think Little Miss Muffet woulda stayed put and had a chuckle. That said, we watched as he headed across Main Street, while we continued on to Lakota. As we passed the entrance to indieWIRE's palatial, yet remarkably over-stuffed digs, we spotted the heir to Camelot stopping to peruse some antiques directly outside our front door. While we were watching, he turned and started walking back up toward the Riverhorse. Buzz briefly thought to give chase to ask for a photo for this column, but decided against it, preferring not to run after someone in the snow with a Polaroid just because they have a famous family and a mediocre magazine.
Once we arrived at the party, we immediately began to boil, so sweltering was the room. Strolling around what has become the hot spot for parties at this year's fest, we frantically looked for some booze. For some reason, just as we walked in, the waitrons dispersed, and no inebriatory liquid was to be found. Crestfallen, we took to celeb spotting, instead. Word reached our ears that Neve Campbell, siren of the party that numbers 5, was in the house. So smitten are we with our neighbor from the North, that we immediately stripped down to our black t-shirt (black is slimming, so they say) and waited for photog extraordinaire Randall Michelson to take some pix of the "Scream"-er, so we could wangle an intro and snap a pic ourselves. The fetching Ms. Campbell, there to support her friend, "Dead Man's Curve" star and co-theater group member Tamara Craig Thomas, smiled fetchingly for us as we snapped the accompanying pic. Neve, we apologize for forgetting the name of your brother's theater group, but we did remember that it was in Burbank.