Things go from bad to worse...Sundance day one.

I should have known that disaster was looming when the Wendy's had a big sign: Take Your Food and Drink onto the airplane with you." So trusting them, I did. They confiscated my coke, my toothpaste and my shampoo, the latter two of which were well within regulation. Then, after a long and boring flight, and a two hour stop in Chicago, we finally got to Salt Lake City, which is cold as all hell, and in the morning I was told that I wasn't going to get my partial refund after all. The people at Sundance didn't mind me going to some press screenings, but they wouldn't let me go, so I'm going to try anyway.

Some of the afternoon was spent with Jeremy, the publisher of Film Festial Today, and his techie Carlos. In the morning, I went to the headquarters and was told that they would think about it and to call around eleven. Then eleven came around and nothing happened. I called on my new cel phone and nothing happened. A few tries later and I was told they were still thinking about it. Then I got credentials for Slamdance. There was no problems at all. However, when Jeremy, Carlos and I went back, we got the runaround. Then a very negative "maybe." there are three press screenings for "Chicago Ten" and there may not be enough space for me. This whole thing is a huge waste of time.