I’m a newbie to the Enzian and Florida Film Festival. Long-time fan and member? Yes. Long-time employee? Well, that depends. Do I get tenure after 11 days?
So you can imagine how excited I was to join the rest of my crew at the Sundance Film Festival here in Park City, UT when I boarded my 8 a.m. flight out of MCO yesterday. Just think: ME rubbing elbows with celebrities! Jordana and Chris, who had been enjoying the life of this once-quite-ski-town, now-bustling-at-the-brim adventure since mid-last week, had been telling me tales of parties with 50 Cent and fascinating press previews.
So that is exactly what I had in mind. Fast forward to my arrival at the Salt Lake City airport. And as I’m waiting for my shuttle to bring me to our condo, sitting with my overstuffed suitcase, smeared, 12-hour-old makeup, puffy winter jacket in evitably sliding the floor and shoulder bag now much heavier than when I’d left the house that morning, who do I see?
The King of Porn himself. The legend of dark long hair, raunchy sex scenes and graphically large body parts.
Ron Jeremy’s in front of me, wanting to know the best shuttle to take to Sundance.
Not quite what I had in mind as far as my first sighting. But, still slightly brag-worthy, I went on to text my parents, my boyfriend, and anyone else that I thought might enjoy said anecdote. Some wanted to know if I got a picture. (No… I’m still figuring out the best way to ask, although veterans here tell me to just do it.) Some asked me what he was wearing. (What? No leopard print thong? And he was just dressed in black, completely covered. It WAS in a public airport and it IS 30 degrees here.) And others just laughed.
Although the rest of my day was a bit less, well, ridiculous, I did enjoy the screening of Arlen Faber, starring Jeff Daniels and Lauren Graham, and it WAS a unique experience having the screenwriter chatting with the audience about his film. I’m a novice when it comes to movies, especially compared to my peers in the industry. I loved her in Gilmore Girls (admittedly a guilty pleasure of mine) and he’s a man still living in my native Michigan. Although the film itself was good (not quite as artsy as I might have expected or hoped for but cute non-the-less, I’m looking forward to continuing my adventure today.
I’m still in awe of the experience. Everyone here is somebody. I don’t mean the socialite status you’d see in the tabloids. I mean I’m riding the buses with screenwriters and heads of major film companies. I’m chatting with them about subjects ranging from their background and brought them to Sundance to how they felt about the Eagles losing to the Cardinals yesterday. I’m asking the big-timers which bus takes me to the Raquet Club for my next film. It’s a surreal world. And as soon as I shower, find some coffee (I think there’s some brewing right now), and my warmest pair of socks, I’m about to head back into it to enjoy Day 2.
So you can imagine how excited I was to join the rest of my crew at the Sundance Film Festival here in Park City, UT when I boarded my 8 a.m. flight out of MCO yesterday. Just think: ME rubbing elbows with celebrities! Jordana and Chris, who had been enjoying the life of this once-quite-ski-town, now-bustling-at-the-brim adventure since mid-last week, had been telling me tales of parties with 50 Cent and fascinating press previews.
So that is exactly what I had in mind. Fast forward to my arrival at the Salt Lake City airport. And as I’m waiting for my shuttle to bring me to our condo, sitting with my overstuffed suitcase, smeared, 12-hour-old makeup, puffy winter jacket in evitably sliding the floor and shoulder bag now much heavier than when I’d left the house that morning, who do I see?
The King of Porn himself. The legend of dark long hair, raunchy sex scenes and graphically large body parts.
Ron Jeremy’s in front of me, wanting to know the best shuttle to take to Sundance.
Not quite what I had in mind as far as my first sighting. But, still slightly brag-worthy, I went on to text my parents, my boyfriend, and anyone else that I thought might enjoy said anecdote. Some wanted to know if I got a picture. (No… I’m still figuring out the best way to ask, although veterans here tell me to just do it.) Some asked me what he was wearing. (What? No leopard print thong? And he was just dressed in black, completely covered. It WAS in a public airport and it IS 30 degrees here.) And others just laughed.
Although the rest of my day was a bit less, well, ridiculous, I did enjoy the screening of Arlen Faber, starring Jeff Daniels and Lauren Graham, and it WAS a unique experience having the screenwriter chatting with the audience about his film. I’m a novice when it comes to movies, especially compared to my peers in the industry. I loved her in Gilmore Girls (admittedly a guilty pleasure of mine) and he’s a man still living in my native Michigan. Although the film itself was good (not quite as artsy as I might have expected or hoped for but cute non-the-less, I’m looking forward to continuing my adventure today.
I’m still in awe of the experience. Everyone here is somebody. I don’t mean the socialite status you’d see in the tabloids. I mean I’m riding the buses with screenwriters and heads of major film companies. I’m chatting with them about subjects ranging from their background and brought them to Sundance to how they felt about the Eagles losing to the Cardinals yesterday. I’m asking the big-timers which bus takes me to the Raquet Club for my next film. It’s a surreal world. And as soon as I shower, find some coffee (I think there’s some brewing right now), and my warmest pair of socks, I’m about to head back into it to enjoy Day 2.
-Mara
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