As of this writing, I’m on a plane somewhere over the Midwest, having just departed Park City, Utah, site of the world’s biggest and baddest “independent” film festival — Sundance. I just left the scene from opening weekend, where I spent my time scoping out the sights, sounds and, of course, the films of Sundance 2010.
Intrepid reporter and Sundance virgin Danielle Riendau in Park City
Thursday, January 21
I arrived in Park City, my official Sundance 2010 fleece in tow, and prepared myself for what was to come. I’d heard so many things about the festival — that the usually funky town of Park City becomes a rubber-necking heaven as real celebrities (and z-list wannabes) come out, entourages and all, while everyone else grabs for their cameras and/or causes car accidents. Driving through, I kept my eyes peeled for celesbians great and small.
Celesbians, and of course, anyone involved in the making of The Runaways, the buzz-tastic biopic of the 1970s-80s girl band that gave the world Cherie Currie and Joan Jett. Whispers of Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart (the actresses portraying the famed pair) sightings were wafting in the air.
(left to right) Kristen Stewart, Joan Jett, Dakota Fanning,
and Cherie Currie at Sundance
I couldn’t stop staring at the utterly gorgeous scenery. Park City is also known for its mountains, and hence excellent skiing and snowboarding. I was literally riding in the car with my face pressed up against the windows, alternating between scanning for celebs and gazing dumbfounded at the mountains on all sides. I practically had “Sundance virgin” written all over my face.