LAist @ Sundance 2011: Festival Recap In Ten Words Or Less
Sundance is nerds vs sluts in the World Series of Hollywood. There. There it is. What Sundance is, in ten words or less. Imagine summer camp (in Siberia), and for every activity, there is a list. Wanna go canoeing? Invite only. But I RSVP'd for this archery tournament. Sorry, these campers have been waiting for three hours and you've only been waiting two. But I have this badge that says I get access to the arts & crafts barn all weekend; I really wanna use the kiln. Not right now, this is a closed period. Hmmm.
At home in Los Angeles, the size, depth and dimension of the city makes it possible to isolate avenues, cultivate paths and curate individualized activities that appeal to one's hyper niche of preferences. Now, imagine slicing a dense cross-section of industry folks and celebrities and distilling them in the deep freeze for ten days. What you get is a much higher concentration of what people generally think "Hollywood" is, but not very close to what an average person, press or not, might actually encounter in real Hollywood on any given day. Sundance actually is as star-littered and miniskirts-and-heels as the reports suggest. But then, it's also an epic, mega, super, turbo, nerd fest. Double win.
Ever talk to a film school graduate with a press credential and an inflated sense of his or her own context? It's a remarkable thing. It's like talking to an actor. And yet, despite the film-talk that speaks to the original nature of the festival and the advertised reason for being there, it seems in the middle of the melee, to be just another piece of the Sundance puzzle, rather than the puzzle itself; no more or less important that getting into the Kari Feinstein Style Lounge or having Cee-Lo Green sweat on your face at the Bing Bar.