The Rich and Famous
If you grow up in New York City or Los Angeles it is common to see famous people. It is even “proper” to act as if they aren’t important. You wouldn’t give them anymore attention then you would give anyone else. I never grew up in the city. For me, it is a weird concept knowing I am in a town that is now over populated with famous people. As much as this baffles and intrigues me, I would never approach the extremes of which some people are going.
I have seen crowds of people standing outside of restaurants waiting for actors to stop eating. I saw a mob of people run across the street to see Ashley Judd. Famous people are being bombarded while they eat; no wonder they don’t want to walk around.
I understand that these people are “above” us, but I have a hard time understanding why we attack them. Yes my heart might have skipped a beat when I saw Dominic Cooper standing right next to me, and I thought it was cool to be sitting in the same row as Chris Rock for The Informers, but I wasn’t freaking out.
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and I saw the Mystery Team all standing there. Had I not been in a hurry, I would have stopped, said how I enjoyed their film, and continued walking. It makes sense to take pictures and ask questions while they are on stage, but when they are eating… personally, I think not.
Even though I haven’t been star gazing, I have met a lot of amazing people. The first day I was in Park City, I wanted to explore the town. I ended up at coffee shop, writing (see Enslavement to 1,3,7-trimethylaxnthine to read what I thought of the place.) This place had minimal seating, so three people joined my table. Not understanding how communicative people are during Sundance, this surprised me. It ended up being a great first morning. One of them works in publicity and after finding out that I was a communication major, gave me his card and told me to contact him for an internship.
There was another time where I was volunteering for Slamdance, which consisted of me sitting in on a panel. Afterwards I struck up a conversation with Marty, the man stting next to me. His friend was the director of Weather Girl and came up for the premier from Los Angeles. He works in public relations, and I found it educational to hear about his work and getting into the business.
On the way home from a film, the gentleman next to me asked about the movie I had just seen. After answering, I reciprocated the question. He shows me his credentials and turns out to be John Hindman, the director or writer of Arlen Faber. There I was having a completely normal conversation with someone that has accomplished so much in the last year and is now a big deal.
It has been so enjoyable to be standing in line or on the bus and strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. I have be able to hear wonderful stories and my view of hating people has even lowered slightly.
Tags: Aprille Brooker, celebrity, park city