[Logging on from warm and cozy ReStore Our World at 129 W. Colorado (free internet access, donations accepted.]
An airline ticketing snafu left me stranded at Denver’s airport for about 11 hours as I tried to get on an earlier flight to Montrose (followed by a 1.5 hour drive to Telluride). Thankfully the airport is totally wired for internet access.
As I waited around the gate trying to get a stand-by seat, I encountered a few indie film insiders who shared some disconcerting stories about the one-hour prop-plane flight into Montrose. Calling the flight “The Vomit Comet,” a Telluride fest veteran related a horrifying, but at times hilarious, tale of a notable film critic who filled most of the small plane’s vomit bags many years ago. Another film exec said that last year’s flight into the mountains was so bumpy that he was nearly brought to tears. And still another insider told me the story of a well-known European auteur who took the flight some years back and was so frightened on the plane that he lit up a cigarette and started smoking. The authorities were waiting for him at the airport when he landed.
Thankfully, the flight on the 30 seat plane last night was smooth enough for me to catch a short nap and late last night I checked in to our condo, 21 hours after I woke up in New York and began my journey.
Now, having checked in, I am en route to the fest “orientation”, in the meantime as is the tradition here in Telluride the complete lineup for this year’s festival was unveiled this morning. The full story is available now at indieWIRE.com.