The Risk of Sundance

Jason and I attended the Sundance Film Festival again this February. Surprises are frequent at this festival and one of the best things about it.

Here are some examples of the types of exclamations of surprise you may encounter at Sundance:

  • Boy, that random show we picked was way better than expected.
  • Boy, I didn’t know that movie was going to be about Nazi necrophilia.
  • Boy, I got to meet all those actors I never thought I would.
  • Boy, I learned a lot about that controversial subject I didn’t even know was controversial before today.

Every year, we make a list of the movies that sound interesting to us out of the over 100 screening at the festival. This list has to be absurdly long because we often don’t get tickets to our first, second, or even tenth pick. This year, it was more like twelfth. Despite having to dig down into our list to find available tickets, we thoroughly enjoyed all four of the shows we saw. Some of these films have been making waves since their debut at Sundance.

The Edge of Democracy, a documentary, takes the political turmoil and corruption plaguing Brazil to a personal level. Admittedly, I knew little about the issues currently facing that country before watching this film, and I didn’t realize how recently Brazil was run by a military dictatorship. The similarities between the exploitations happening in Brazil and the ones occurring in the US are alarming. Petra Costa, the filmmaker, was on hand afterward for an interesting Q&A.

grains in the gloom
One thing that’s never surprising at Sundance is how horrible the pictures turn out thanks to low light and no flash.

Cold Case Hammarskjold, another documentary, starts out a murder investigation and then takes a disturbing turn into a much broader treachery. The director, Mads Brugger, won the Directing Award: World Cinema Documentary. This film is now stunning crowds with the ghastly conspiracy it unravels, amid excellent reviews. We got to enjoy the complete shock of the show’s twists as we were amongst the first to see it in the world. One of the producers was on hand following our screening to answer questions.

Blinded by the Light is the unlikely story of a second-generation Pakistani immigrant living in the city of Luton, England in 1987. That teenager, Javed, becomes fixated on Bruce Springsteen’s tunes. This movie turns into a bit of a musical with all the fancy foot maneuvering and dramatic darting that go along with that. It’s nostalgic, warm, and occasionally a little cheesy. Oddly enough, its unlikely story isn’t that unlikely. It’s based on the memoirs of a real British journalist that’s seen Springsteen perform 150 times. Blinded by the Light premiered at Sundance and was quickly bought for $15 million, one of the biggest purchases Sundance has ever seen. The director, Gurinder Chadha, is the filmmaker behind Bend It Like Beckham and Bride & Prejudice.

Troop Zero is a cute, wistful show that will be appreciated by anyone that ever felt like an outcast as a child. I think that’s most of us. It’s a touching reminder that there are more people that care about us and support us than we realize, even if we aren’t the “cool” kid in town.

Sundance is full of surprises. This year, they were of the pleasant variety, but that isn’t always the case. Good or bad, the unexpected adds to Sundance’s independent atmosphere. Taking a few risks is part of the festival experience. Those surprises keep us coming back year after year.

Christmas: Epitome or Excrement?

No holiday elicits polarized feelings like Christmas. To some, it is the epitome of what a holiday should be. To others, it is a piece of crap wrapped in pine-scented wrapping paper. I find it amusing, genial, and nostalgic when handled appropriately. This year, it fell mostly into the non-poo category for Jason and me.

crunch in the mouth
We ordered this giant croquembouche from our favorite bakery. We struggled to eat all 60+ creampuffs but mostly succeeded.

I remember those unencumbered days when I’d have Christmas presents wrapped for Jason before Thanksgiving; I didn’t want the tree to be up for a moment without gifts underneath it. I’ve remedied that issue in recent years by not erecting our tree until embarrassingly late. Now, when I don’t wrap any presents until right before Christmas, no one is the wiser… except the whole world since I just tattled on myself.

a Christmas candid
I don’t think our family members adequately appreciate the perks of having a photographer among them.

Don’t let the lateness of my presenting mislead you though, I don’t believe in just throwing random present at people. I generally put thought and time into what I give. Amongst my gift projects this Christmas, I made a nerdy tree skirt for my sister-in-law even though Jason technically had her name. I also went through hundreds of pages of archived Nintendo Power Magazine searching for the article that featured Jason and his grandma years ago. This proved futile as he was never actually highlighted in this publication. The myths that become part of our childhood memories are many. Don’t revisit yours with the realities of adulthood or you will only be disappointed.

dessert edifices
We made gingerbread structures with my sister’s family on Christmas Eve.

Jason did not fail Father Christmas with his gifting. For me, he tied seven handwritten poems to seven presents with connected themes and recited these rhymes as I opened the gifts. He read me everything from Lord Byron to Data’s “Ode to Spot” and even an original composition. I think I’ll keep that boy.

a peace of the puzzle
This puzzle occupied the kids while the adults unwrapped in peace.
for trees with taste
I customized this tree skirt to fit my sister-in-law’s fan tastes.

For all the nieces and nephews on my side, we created a puzzle collage highlighting the outing options they could choose between as their present from us. They had to put together this 252-piece puzzle before we would discuss any plans with them. It proved, as expected, the perfect undertaking to keep them busy and focused while the adults unwrapped gifts from each other. They picked the Labyrinth for their activity, and we challenged ourselves in its corridors a week later.

I love you!
I gave Jason gifts of love in all five languages.

The Labyrinth wasn’t our only family-fed excursion in the days following Christmas. We took one nephew to the Museum of Ancient Life and played laser tag at Boondocks with a couple others. These happenings were made easier by our lack of regular obligations. Over the holidays, Jason and I didn’t work for more than a week. What was not made easier by our lack of obligations was our sleep schedule. We quickly started staying up between 2:00 and 4:30 AM every night. My body managed this sleep shift until the last couple days of it… and then it went batty. My eyeballs hurt for a week. That’s what you get Rachel for making bad slumber choices.

presenting poems
Jason’s present poems were touching. I laughed a lot and cried a little.

Christmas, you may be misunderstood and overstated, but you are definitely not a piece of dung decked in lights and topped with a candy cane.

My Planning Pandemonium

I am a bit of a planner. No gasps of surprise? That’s why I am somewhat reluctant to relay the details of our Christmas party last December. It was not up to Rachel standards thanks to circumstances beyond our control, within our control, and out of control.

a sugary stem
This woody cake was elegant and appetizing.

Prep began for our shindig in a typical fashion. I created invites. Jason reserved a venue. I sent invites out. Jason ordered catering. I bought a new photography background for juvenile yet jolly shots. We purchased gifts of the white and grey elephant variety. All seemed to be proceeding according to plan.

hair-brained but not hair-faced
The boys didn’t grow ugly mustaches to match their ugly attire this year; I really tried though.

Then, a family event we couldn’t miss got moved to the afternoon of our party… and I decided at the last minute to give all attendees handwritten personalized notes of appreciation. I strongly believe you should never leave those in your life in doubt of their meaningful impact; it’s part of my live-without-regrets philosophy. Though it would seem I’m now regretting my incorrect assumption about the time it would take to create these notes. Putting pen to paper isn’t a cursory task- few of us would know anything about that these days.

Between our unexpected familial obligations and my verbose cards, we were ten minutes late to our own party and had to have guests help us cart in food and other supplies. That’s small compensation for a free meal though, right? We dined on Greek cuisine and French pastries. Merry Mediterranean!

puerile posing
The preposterous often appears in our party pictures.

Per tradition, I took Christmas candids of any attendees that wanted them. The process took much longer than it should have. I guess guests were too excited about immortalizing all of their holiday hideousness.

nonsensicality beyond the knitted
Ridiculousness doesn’t have to stop at sweaters.

The venue we rented this time closed an hour earlier than our usual location. With our late start and the lengthiness of the photo snapping, we ran out of time to do the white elephants in a slow, chaotic fashion, the way they are meant to be experienced. Sorry friends.

To the nonplanners of the world, this tale of woe may seem like nothing more than daily life. To me, it represents an appalling squandering of my flair for organizing. Yes, it was our sloppiest and most rushed Christmas party yet. Spending time with friends and unwinding cheekily amidst the hectic holiday season were nonetheless refreshing.