Park City’d, Continued...

January 24, 2006


The assumption is that every film entered and accepted into Sundance was made with the right intentions: to tell a story that hasn’t been told, to present a vision that hasn’t been seen before.


That’s part of the reason why everyone seems so committed to wanting to like every film they see here. You want to believe these are the special types of films that need to be supported. But then you see something like So Much So Fast, a film about a closeknit family where one of the sons is diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease and their mission to find a treatment for the untreatable ailment. It’s made with the best intentions, but it just isn’t unique or compelling enough to differentiate it from the various illness documentaries that populate basic cable. Then there’s a film like Right Outside Your Door, a claustrophobic drama about a young married couple that must deal with the fallout after dirty bombs are detonated around Los Angeles. During the screening it felt terrifying, emotionally resonant and a feat of ingenuity in independent filmmaking by director Chris Gorak. We support this one, but we also worry we would have said the same thing about stinker Open Water had we seen it here two years ago. So that’s your emo film thought of the day.







But on to much funner things: the Beastie Boys in a ski lodge cafeteria for the MySpace/Gen Art party. The smilingest salt ‘n’ pepper dudes in hip-hop ripped through a greatest hits set (“No Sleep ’Til Brooklyn”? Word?) and we were grateful we had something we could unequivocally support on the free shuttle tomorrow.

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Park City’d, Continued...