Sundance Days Four and Five: Reflection
I think I incorrectly titled my last post. Compared to the rate I am moving at now, my pace on Day Three seems utterly turbo. I am combining the last two days because there is a bit less to report. A good number of our crew members had flights cancelled due to a snow storm in New York City, which allowed for a bit more time to reflect all together.
Memphis screened at the Sundance Resort on Tuesday evening. While the movie played for a different audience than we had interacted with over last four days, our crew sat in the resort’s Owl Bar. Cozied into a corner near a fireplace, surrounded by photos of Butch Cassidy and Sundance, and feeling an enormous amount of meaning from this tucked-away retreat, I realized how far we have come as a team. Caught up in the anxiety and rush of the Sundance Film Festival, it was easy for me to forget where we had come from. I almost forgot the feeling I had when I moved to Memphis and began exploring the mythic city. I almost forgot about the personalities behind these characters on the screen and how much they moved me — so much so that leaving the city was painful. I almost forgot that the people surrounding me, who I am so extremely comfortable with, were almost mere strangers less than a year ago.
I am in Park City for two more days. I hope to see a few more films, attend a few more parties, and take some more meetings, but more than anything I want to use these last days to keep reflecting. The streets are less crowded, there is more room to breathe, and while I am surrounded by these mountains I am going to keep remembering where we, where Memphis came from.
The drive to the Sundance Resort at sunset
Director Tim Sutton picks up his official Sundance Director’s Jacket
One more step and repeat
David Cross with his cast of Hits