After 10 days, more than 50 movies, and, um, not that many famous people, EW staffers Greg Kirschling and Joshua Rich filed this conversational report from the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah.
GK Hey, maaayne. The big movie at this year’s fest was John Singleton’s Hustle & Flow, an inspirational street story of a pimp turned rapper (Terrence Howard) that won the Audience Award. My favorite part of the movie was how, about every 30 seconds or so, Howard refers to someone as ”maayne” (man) — which is as catchy as the film’s rhymes and raps.
JR I still prefer ”dude.” The other Audience Award went to Murderball, a documentary about wheelchair-bound rugby players. The coolest is Mark Zupan, who’s from Texas and looks like a death-metal rock band drummer. But he’s got a heart of gold. Even though he was paralyzed as a result of a car accident, he skied on a special ”monoski” while in Park City promoting the film. As for the movie, my favorite scene is just before the Paralympics in Athens, when Joe Soares, the ultra-intense, Michael Jordan of the sport, barks: ”We’re not going for a hug; we’re going for a f—ing gold medal!”
GK While you were playing Murderball, I was interviewing Crispin Glover (a.k.a. Back to the Future‘s McFly). His 10-years-in-the-making directorial debut, What Is It?, is a freaky countercultural epic. A cast of actors who have Down’s syndrome spend much of the film hitting each other with bricks and shovels and spilling salt on live snails. Crispin’s character presides over a primeval forest underworld and is attended to by giant-breasted naked women who wear gargoyle masks. I love Crispin; I saw his movie TWICE on Thursday.
JR I saw him everywhere in Park City, always wearing a pinstriped suit and once accompanying a hot blonde. I also spotted Alan Cumming, Jamie Bell, Stephen Colbert, and Lars Ulrich — probably the coolest person I saw. Well, he and Harry Reems, the former porn star who now sells real estate in Park City. He was at the party for Inside Deep Throat, a documentary about the making of the storied adult film, in which he starred. Now that was a weird event — hundreds of ski-jacketed film geeks packed into a room with two strippers wearing G-strings and pasties. It was a hard event to, um, top.
GK The parties were mostly lousy. Not that great for celeb-spotting either. Although Steve Buscemi was everywhere, looking more long-haired than usual. His movie, Lonesome Jim, was one of my faves. He directs Casey Affleck as a guy who returns to Indiana after failing as a New York City dogwalker. Buscemi, as New York as any New Yorker ever was, really has his pulse on the Midwest, it turns out.