
For the last couple of weeks, I‘ve been chewing over my experience at this year’s Sundance Film Festival. As one would expect, there was much written about the festival this year that focused on its status as the final edition to be held in Park City, and the first to be held after the death of its visionary founder. And on the ground in Park City, it was the most common conversation. “How do you feel about Sundance leaving Utah?”
Side-by-side with that question was another one that was hovering over the festivities, having to do with the health, or lack thereof, of the film business, or more specifically the indie film world that Sundance has been more or less synonymous with since its founding.
I found myself having tremendously mixed feelings. As a long-time participant, of course there was a sense of nostalgia that a chapter in my life was coming to an end. But there was a palpable backlash on the street to the entire concept of nostalgia. The old indie film business, as represented by Sundance was dead. The only focus should be on reinvention. Continue reading “Goodbye to Park City”

Film Comment sends out a weekly newsletter about what’s going on in the world of serious cinephilia, and this week’s issue contained a nice surprise for me. In conjunction with the release of my film and a podcast that I did with them, they exhumed a piece that I wrote for them in 2005, in which I revealed myself as the author of seven years worth of columns that I wrote under a pseudonym. You can read the newsletter
This is part 7 of a series. You can start at the beginning