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The big cheese at Sundance

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So in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve been giving each other nicknames in our Sundance posts. It’s a solidarity thing. Whitney is “El Jefe,” Missy is “El Sueter,” editor Dawnie Walton is “Flaps.” Well as of last night, we’ve crowned Sundance vet Owen Gleiberman “The Big Cheese.” Why? He had the VIP power to get “Flaps” and me into a party that — granted we waited for 20 minutes to get in — was at “capacity.” Matthew Perry came out of it, so it had to be good, right? Sure, the ambience was cozy: good booze, good music (I’m old so that means Depeche Mode), and good company. People were talking within comfortable personal distances — and even dancing — which is more than you can say about clubs in New York’s Meatpacking District. What perplexed us when we finally walked out was that the venue was not at “capacity,” yet people were still waiting in droves. Hell, even Rachel Dratch was bundled up in the crowd trying to make her way in. So here’s to our “Big Cheese,” or as one actor on the street referred to him, “the Julia Child of film criticism.”