I did have a great time at Sundance. As I texted Nate, our professor, on our way back from the airport, my life is now pre-sundance and post-sundance. I saw a lot of great films, I met a lot of great people, and I slept very little.
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Infinitely Polar Bear is the appropriately terribly named movie that premiered at the Sundance Film Festival this past week. It is, and I say this with great conviction, absolutely awful. It is the worst film I’ve seen since M.Night Shamalamadingdong’s The Happening. In fact, those two films share so much that I wonder if director Maya Forbes used it as her main inspiration. Both pieces of media (“film” would be ruined as a word if used in discussion of either of these works and “movie” gives both too much credit) have stupid titles, bad acting, bad directing, bad writing, and if both had a shot of a liquor bottle in them then advertising executives would congratulate the directors on getting every viewer to drink more. More of everything, from cheap vodka to the tequilla in the back of your parents liquor cabinet to the blue stuff in the garage. Anything.
Slamdance is not the most organized, most popular, or best laid out festival in the world. It is, however, a festival within the Sundance film festival. It’s like festivalception. And that joke is warranted here since Christopher Nolan, director of Inception, had his groundbreaking film Memento at Slamdance. Other films such as the film that Netflix has the hardest time recommending based on viewers’ previous viewing habits, Napoleon Dynamite, have premiered here to great success equal or greater than their more popular Sundance cohorts.
I met quite a few people at Sundance. I think that may have been the most fun, meeting people. I met a producer, an editor, a composer, and even possible executive producers and/or narrators for my film. I also met more characters than I can count. Here’s how I met so many people.
Rob Brydon is hilarious. Steve Coogan is hilarious. A movie that has those two eating and drinking while doing impressions must, ergo, be funny. It is.
Liar’s Dice is a very moving story of a woman, Kamla, from the hills of India (near the Tibetan border) who leaves her village with her daughter, Manya, (and her pet goat) to find her husband, a migrant worker in Delhi who has not contacted his wife in five months. Along the way, she teams up with Nawazuddin (who is sitting only feet away as I type this) a rough and tumble man on the run for reasons never fully explained. Together they take turns trying to keep their search running smoothly.