January 21, 2010

I’m going to admit it – the next ten days might suck a little bit. Sundance is going on.

I have made peace with the fact that independent film is an incredibly hard business right now; everyone is saying it – the economy has hit little films like mine the hardest –no one wants to touch them because the chance of getting a return on them is so incredibly slight. I have made my peace with not getting into Sundance this year, God obviously has other plans for me. However, it’s still incredibly hard to know it’s going on in Utah, and that I would do just about anything to be there, in that culture, experiencing it.

Sundance has been a dream of mine for so long. It’s implanted in a film students head, usually years before they even hit film school that if your film makes it to Sundance that is a stepping stone to success. Even though Sundance has evolved over the years and bigger films have gotten into it, the festival is still looked at as one of the top festivals in existence and it’s incredibly prestigious to go.

Beyond even that though, I just want to be there. I want to see what it’s like to be so incredibly immersed in a film culture that is happening everywhere you look. Everyone that’s there is excited about the new treasures they are going to uncover and the films and art that lurk around every corner. It has to be amazing.

I still want to get a film accepted into Sundance, there is no question about that; eventually though, I may just have to buy a pass, book a hotel and experience the magic for myself.