I'm a little behind. On sleep, this blog, student loans–you name it! Earlier today, someone mentioned Obama gave his State of the Union address last night. I had no idea, and it reminded me how insular this festival can become. Insular and subjective. I currently reside on Planet Sundance, in the country of Like Crazy. Last night, though, I took a vacation and visited this country called The Woods (in reality, a hilarious satirical film playing here, directed by my old pal Matthew Lessner) and mingled with the natives. It was refreshing and wild. But before I put on my cinematical anthropologist's hat (it's basically a pith helmet, but it helps get me into character), here's how Saturday went down . . .
Saturday morning. Outside, it's a white-out. Snow. Up, down, everywhere. Extremely limited visibility. Inside, it's a mad house. Debate ensues over who gets to stay on our overstuffed guest list and who gets cut. A 1,300-seat house of eager film buffs, critics and filmmakers await the world premiere of Like Crazy. Car doors slam, and we're off! Producer Andrea and I stay behind, tending to a few last-minute things. The plan is we pick up Anton on the way and hit the red carpet. But we didn't plan on balding rental-car tires. . . .The car literally will not go up the inclined, ice-caked driveway.This can't be happening! Clock's ticking. Pedal to the metal. Nothing. Zero traction. It occurs to me . . . “Holy shit, we're going to miss the premiere.” I call a cab. Then, finally, after 20 minutes of panic, adrenalin surging, we somehow summit mount ice-drive! YES! . . . “Can you drive?” Andrea asks. Fifty feet visibility. “Sure!” I say. “We're going to die,” I think.
With the mutual manager of myself and Charlie Bewley (Like Crazy actor and Dimitri in the Twilight franchise) and Max Knies, producer of The Woods (and one of my best friends), a bunch of us excused ourselves to see if we could hustle up some shwag. We get into the Levi's lounge, and we take full advantage of their generosity, loading up on free threads. I run into Like Crazy actress Alex Kingston; we laugh about her latest appearance on Craig Ferguson, when the hilarious host relentlessly badgered the elegant English actress about her sex-toy preferences. It was pretty damn funny. I run into acquaintance and film critic Elvis Mitchell. We talk about what's getting buzz at the fest. Jeans, jacket. We're out.