Matt and I are in a local bar. Everyone is drinking on this cool afternoon
in the middle of the festival, and singing Sundance tunes like "Don't
talk to strangers at the Yarrow" and "Redford's Got a Gun".
Everyone is either really happy or ready to have an aneurysm.
I've been reluctant to see many films. I don't know why. Maybe cause I don't
have many tickets. Also, I think I'm still trying to find my way through
the path of being a filmmaker at Sundance. Meeting people, making contacts,
falling in love. The usual stuff.
I slept 8 hours for the first time since I got here last night. I feel
powerful again. I'm ready to have some real fun.
The second screening was a bit of a disappointment. I have the feeling
the 9:30am start time was an indicator of everyones catatonic state. Too
much baseball steak before bed.
More and more attractive women are arriving in Park City as the festival
rages at it's midpoint.
A volunteer at the THE CLAIMJUMPER said "I overheard Buddy in the bathroom
ranting and snarling about him being the MAN ABOUT TOWN."
Another screening Thursday night. At the Yarrow. This theater sucks and
I hope there are no problems. In fact, if there are I'm going to murder
someone. Screening a piece of work in a crappy facility is something that
just should not happen. So, we'll see.
Our cinematographer, Paul Colangelo, chose to clean our hotel room. He
did a great job and we're all happy with his work. He keeps his room clean
just like his set.
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