Posted 01.21.07
words and images by Raymond Leon RokerOn the seventh day . . .
Sunday is the Lord's day, or so they say. I hid from God’s bright, glistening, snow-reflected glow and under my covers until 11am. Shortly after that I headed out the door with my friends Scott and Liz from Lost Film Festival (
http://www.lostfilmfest.com/) and went to pick up my Sundance press badge. After that we headed to Main Street to partake in the daytime gift suites and VIP lounges. Films? What films?
I am not Wilmer Valderrama!Made our way to a pair of "Eco" gift houses - first to Project Green House and then to the Ultimate Green House. Both locales had myriad environmentally-friendly items to peruse, consume and touch. Celebrity sightings included the legendary Timothy Hutton and Napoleon Dynamite's Efran Ramirez (who teased the Ultimate Green House guests that he was actually Fez from That '70s Show). We also ran in Screech and his entourage (am I the last person to be hearing about his new sex-tape?!). All of these celebs indulged numerous posed PR shots with making me marvel at what an actor will go through for some free swag!
Tonight: Taking my hard-to-score comp ticket to the midnight screening of Finishing The Game, the dark new spoof by Justin Lin (Better Luck Tomorrow) about the search for the "new" Bruce Lee's after his death in 1973. We'll forgive Lin for his The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (dude, i saw not one single drifter in Tokyo when i went last October, btw) and cross our fingers for this one.
OK, tomorrow I'm watching films, dammit!
Posted 01.22.07Attitude sicknessOK, i messed up tonight (Sunday). Instead of going to the screening of Justin Lin's Finishing the Game, i was wooed to yet another party. I know, i can hear you getting the world's smallest violin out of its case. As we rolled up to the party in the hills above Deer Valley (next door to Park City), I had a feeling I would regret my choice. First, the guy guiding cars up the hill told us we'd be towed if we parked on the street. We parked anyway and found our way to the door of the "exclusive" party at a private residence, waiting patiently at the door with our special wristbands at the ready. It was at that point that some jerk came pushing past me without as much as an "excuse me." He then yelled for his beautiful persons crew and they started winding their way past me and Ethan from Imeem as if we were a set of turnstyles. After that, another asshole came pushing past me, only to turn to the crowd at the door and yell "Get out of the doorway and go!" (Apparently this jerk-off had something to do with the party.) Proving he was the alpha jerk, he unapologetically told everybody to beat it. I don't expect to be pampered, but people could be mildly respectful. I mean, who the f*ck are you to not even say excuse me to another fellow human? To be yelling at people braving the zero degree weather to come to your bitch-ass party - a sponsored event at a film festival, not some chic club (although rudeness there isn't warranted either). Ugh!
Pinche gringosThe next stop of our Sunday night, the Premier Lounge, was a welcome relief. A total contrast to what we experienced up the hill, props to this spot for taking my edge off with their respectful door staff, bartenders and even bouncers. On the way out, I chatted with a few cats from the kitchen staff. I asked them what they thought of Sundance and the crowds. They said it was cool, probably assuming that's what I wanted to hear. But the earlier grumbling I overhead from them (pinche this and pinche that) hinted at otherwise. Hell, I wouldn't blame them at all.