Like Crazy at Sundance: 36 Hours I Will Never Forget
I don't know where to begin. From a chatty 3 a.m. sardine car ride with indie-film gurusGreg Araki
to nearly missing the premiere ofLike Crazy
(the film I co-wrote) to selling our film for distribution to Paramount the night of its world premiere, it has possibly been the most overwhelming, nerve-racking and amazing 36 hours of my life.
After my last post, I found myself alone at the cabin. Or so I thought. . . .
Then emerged Anton, wiping the sleep from his eyes. We stared at each other for a moment, as if we were alien species, unfamiliar with each other. We bust up laughing. "Where the hell are we?" he asked with a grin as we stared into the vast white through the picture-frame window. Nanooks of the North. "I could survive out there. Absolutely."
We talked about how the film had affected our personal lives and how amazing it was that it had. I get a text from Drake offering an extra ticket to a movie I wanted to see. Anton says he'll split a cab, but the clock's ticking. To the rescue, Jonathan and FJ return from a meeting and pull up to the cabin in the nick of time. We head back to town. "Thanks for the lift! Adios!"
"Hey, who was that guy sitting in the back? He looked really familiar," I asked Like Crazy producer Andrea Sperling.
"Rick Linklater," she replied.
"As in Richard Linklater?"
Andrea finishes composing an e-mail on her iPhone.
"Uh . . . yeah."
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