He's a hoot, and it was good to see him have a good time . The highlight of the festival, though, was simply sitting around the gas fireplace at our Mine Camp Inn condo with Justin, Debbie, Angie, Danny, Esther, Amy, Shira, Chris and Carrie, drinking tequilla, trading laughs and stories, and shrieking as we hopped madly on the icy steps to the outdoor hot tub. It truly was worth all the trials and tribulations to share the Sundance experience with these wonderful folks. And then the lovely Marjorie came for the second half and I got a different, equally blissful kind of loving. And some sleep.
Sleep is good.
As for the business side of things, other films got more attention and bigger deals, and it's hard not to get caught up in that game. But in a year when the docs were the talk of Sundance, it really was a fantastic accomplishment just to be part of it. I thought about that a lot. Didn't win an award this time, but when Roger Ebert asks you and your wife to pose for pictures onstage before the ceremony because he really likes your film , well, it's hard to bitch. My biggest regret in not winning is that I didn't get to publicly share what I told Marjorie privately afterwards.