After your initial column in this series, I was concerned you might turn in
reverse-snobbery reports, sneerily dismissing the fest as mere Hollywood
posturing and evidence of its out-of-touch-ness with the hoi polloi. Pleasantly
disappointed. I think you may have actually grasped a bit of the magic that
Sundance can offer if you peek behind the glitz. There is something special
about the communal experience of watching a film in a crowded theater on the big
screen (as opposed to at home alone on DVD). Add to that some remarkable
stories (Amish rumspringa in "The Devil's Playground") and people (a Hiroshima
survivor at Q&A after "White Flash/Black Rain") and visuals (any frame of "March
of the Penguins") and look out! Sure, Sundance has some clunkers and too much
celebrity focus, but what you remember are the irreplaceable experiences. If
you had been there last year at a screening of "Precious" (under its original
title "Push"), you would know what I mean.
that's what counts.