The first full day at Sundance is eerily quiet in streets and screening rooms alike, but that's not keeping the snap judgments and quasi-news from cascading in from the Park City press corps:
· It's a dense read, but in a nutshell: SAG sent along a helpful open letter advising indie producers they are not totally fucked if they sell their waiver-aided film to a major studio or its specialty division. Let the gross overspending begin!
· Speaking of which, Movie City News has its own Vegas-style odds on Sundance's likeliest sellers. Currently Brooklyn's Finest and I Love You Phillip Morris share 2:1 odds; our favorite bidding-war candidates Cold Souls and the guaranteed world-shocker Bronson aren't even listed, so you know, grain of salt, etc.
· When Sundance Hype Goes Right, Vol. XVI: The Guardian's Danny Leigh strolls down memory lane with fest legend Richard Linklater: "Linklater, for all his missteps, is a godsend. No, scratch that - because of his missteps, Linklater is a godsend. His work since Slacker has not delivered anything like a consistent vein of greatness, but a ragbag of genres as wilfully random as any film-maker anywhere."