By George Wing Festivals are popping up everywhere and redefining their traditional roles. But some seem more interested in exploitation than exhibition.
People cry in Park City at festival time.
It's common to see grown men and women walking the streets in the gently falling snow with tears streaming down their faces. Or maybe they haven't. Maybe they just won an award. Maybe a projector jammed during their premiere screening and all the acquisitions people walked out. Maybe they invested half a million in someone else's cinematic dream and they just saw it for the first time and for some reason they really need to be alone right now.