Sundance Diary: Day One

Everyone’s a story here.

Our bus driver this morning- maybe the most helpful bus driver I’ve ever seen- is only moonlighting as a shuttle driver. His real gig is real estate and he has his card handy for anyone who wants to look into acquiring property. That’s something there seems to be no shortage of here in Park City. It seems like for sale signs are on every block.

Park City doesn’t seem to have standard cabs here so much as they’re minivans and SUVs, but yesterday’s driver handed out his business card along with our receipt. Not for the ride, but for his “Absolutely True fictionalized Autobiography”. I’ll let you do the Googling there.

Every shuttle bus trip is a chance to meet a filmmaker or a festival employee and fall into a conversation about film. Festival vets try to explain the lure of being here to those who haven’t been before by calling it a film nerd’s paradise. This conjures to mind visions of just being smothered by an avalanche of movies. Yet I haven’t managed to see one film in a theatre here and already I’m on cloud nine. It’s the people that make this place incredible.