Reality Checker: We went to Sundance!
To all us film buffs, or wanna be film buffs, or filmmakers in the beginnings: We did it. We did the Sundance Thing. How awesome is that, really? I know whenever I meet new people, that has been a conversation starter, even my dental technician called me up the other night asking how the trip was. Sundance is a way bigger deal than we can ever believe. I don’t think I’ve spent so much money before going to see movies. Normally, I wait to get Hollywood movies for around 5 bucks on Amazon, even if I do get them six or seven years later. Sundance is a big deal. We got lucky and had a trip pretty well paid for so that we could go and watch quality films, and then schmooze with the director and the entire cast.
I was talking to Emma Lord before one of the shows, and we were both commenting how we would never be able to believe Muvico movie premieres. Those aren’t the authentic film premieres we grew accustomed to in Park City. She and I both agreed that we would stick around to the end of the hypothetical movies we would see in our home theaters, and not be able to ask questions of the director, and how strange that would be. To be totally honest, I’m still not used to it! Sundance and Slamdance spoiled me! I vowed to go back one day, hopefully being 21 on those days I am there, so that I may help out with the Sundance Festival.
Classes back in regular ordinary life started on Tuesday, and yet I still feel in a daze. I feel like I should be getting out of a giant king sized bed Aprille and I shared downstairs, trudging into my sloppy morning routine, putting on my snowy gear, and going to 830am films. The other day, I even felt like I should have gotten out my snowboots and put them on, just to remember everything.
I know, here comes the part where you can definitely call me a cheeseball or even a suck up, but I have to thank Nate Andersen for setting the entire trip up for us. I thought about how much work it took to create the trip, and believe that on my own, I would have been helpless for planning. So here’s my thank-you-holy-cow-wow and reality checker all mashed into one.