Defamer At Sundance: Defamer No Longer At Sundance
We should've known that our absurdly ambitious plan to correct our movie/party ratio by seeing four movies back-to-back-to-back-to-back yesterday was too crazy too succeed. We made it through the first two before Fate intervened and demanded that we return home to L.A. immediately because of a personal matter, which our publicist suggested we refer to only as a "severe allergy to hottub chlorine."
If you're still at Sundance and see anything good (of course, we mean stories of premiere party depravity as much as movies), drop us a line. We'll still be covering the festival, just now it'll be from the safety of Defamer HQ instead of the dangerous Park City.
And we suppose we owe you a review of Flannel Pajamas. The most notable thing about the movie (other than the generous full-frontal coverage of the two lead actors) was a cunnilingus scene in which the sounds of the act were so loud that we were pulled out of the moment, forced to imagine a dedicated foley artist going to town on a rack of ribs in a recording studio. No bulldozers were fucked. Thumbs way down.
Final Movie/Party Ratio: 2/9
