Editor-in-Chief Jonah Sandy’s experience at Sundance Film Festival


Jonah Sandy, Editor-In-Chief

When my friend Alex and I got permission from our parents to buy tickets for the 35th annual Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, I could have never imagined that five months later I would find myself discussing various meta self-referential neo-Boulean Transcendentalist performance art pieces on society’s ideas of masculinity with James Franco in a coffee shop on Main Street—probably because I never did. Despite this fact, my experience at Sundance film festival over MLK weekend was indescribable, although I will try my best to put it in words.

Although ticket packages that get you into the hottest shows are pricey and the buying process takes several months, the surprising thing about Sundance is: anyone can buy tickets. That’s right—peasants like me, Alex, and his sister Katherine were able to wander bewilderedly among the beautiful people of the film industry, feeling joyfully overwhelmed. This excitement blended with an awkward feeling of unworthiness as we compared ourselves to the talent and attractiveness that surrounded us—not just in terms of people, but in terms of the festival in its entirity, in the surreality of this event so refreshingly different from the banality of high school.

Over the course of three days we saw ten films in total, experiencing stories that ranged from ambitious teen dramedies (Toy’s House, The Spectacular Now) to poetic love stories (What They Don’t Talk About When They Talk About Love, Ain’t Them Bodies Saints) to Joseph Gordon-Levitt porn (I’m not exaggerating. There were actual porn clips in Don Jon’s Addiction). Each film was followed by an audience Q&A session with the film’s creative team, including the director and most of the main actors. My favorites of the festival were the family drama Breathe In, directed by Drake Doremus, who we got to talk to when we saw him on Main Street on Monday afternoon; The East, Zal Batmanglij’s C.I.A. thriller starring Brit Marling, Alexander Skarsgard, and Ellen Page; Before Midnight, the third and final installment of the celebrated cinema love story; Upstream Color, an intense, delicate sci-fi examination of human relationships; and The Spectacular Now, a grounded, moving drama that treats you more like an adult than does the average high school movie.

I’m going to be corny: the trip was an escape into an art form I had never really felt before, at least as strongly as I did when viewing these films, when discussing them with friends, when observing the passion with which the directors spoke of their work, experiencing the sense of community I felt in every audience at such a unique celebration of culture and art—something that turned out to be more than just the possibility of seeing James Franco, a half-real/half-joking goal of of mine throughout the trip. But, just so we can say we published an exclusive quote from a real-live famous person in The Spectrum: In the words of Kaya Scoledario, when we met her after the world premiere of The East and cried, “Thanks for watching Skins! I’m sorry about the American version, it’s shit.”