It was a pretty good year for American independent cinema in Park City.
I watched about 17-18 feature films at Sundance (about half docs and half fiction), reviewing most of them for Screen Daily, the international film industry trade (Europe’s answer to Variety). I only walked out of one, and can say only two were duds, and even those had compelling subject matter.
I’ve been doing this long enough (on and off since 1998) that the inconveniences of the festival (the freezing cold, the circuitous shuttle bus routes) mostly wash over me. I avoid Main Street at all costs–managed to go only once this year, and not in the evening–and stay in the theaters and the condo, doing the work of writing about movies, which is a lucky and privileged occupation. There were a number of buzzed-about movies that I missed (curious where I’ll fall on “Fruitvale,” but I suspect that I’ll not be a fan) and I didn’t catch “Cutie and The Boxer,” a critically praised documentary that really should have been a must-see for me. But alas, there are too many movies and too little time.
Here is my breakdown of favorites and, um, least favorites:
The two best films at the festival were David Lowery’s “Ain’t Them Bodies Saints” and Andrew Dosunmu’s “Mother of George,” which were coincidentally shot by the same cinematographer, Bradford Young, whose exquisite, expressionistic and yet highly distinct and disparate work on both films was tremendously evocative.
Andrew Bujalski’s “Computer Chess” (see review) and Shane Carruth’s “Upstream Color” (see review) injected vision, originality and a certain amount of confounding WTF into my festival. Without them, Sundance might have been a bore, and I thank both directors for sticking to their uncompromising visions. Matthew Porterfield’s “I Use to Be Darker” is another true original, with a handful of singular moments (often musically) that bare the emotional soul of its characters.
Other narratives that were good, but I have reservations:
“Concussion” — see review
“The Spectacular Now” — see review
“Crystal Fairy” — see review
Among the best documentaries I saw were, in order of personal preference:
“After Tiller” — see review
“Who is Dayani Crystal” — see review
“We Steal Secrets: The Story of Wikileaks” — see review
As for the one film I walked out on, the much-discussed DisneyWorld-set sick-and-twisted fantasia, “Escape from Tomorrow,” I will only say that I stand by my contention that it’s an infantile and amateurish film that doesn’t deserve the attention its geting. There are those who I respect that admire its outlandishness, so maybe someday I will see the whole thing. And when I do, I hope it will be 15 minutes shorter.