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Good lord, I'm tired. Since our auspicious start out here in Park City, things have been... busy. (Related: If you can find it in you, somewhere, deep down within your soul, to lend me some sleep, I would be appreciative for life.) Since my last update mid-day on Friday, I've been keeping a running diary of my experience at the Sundance Film Festival. So, here's how that's going.

Friday

2:50 p.m. My first film ever at Sundance is a Russian movie titled Elena. It was... fine.

5:10 p.m. My second movie at Sundance is Wuthering Heights, which caused me to have fond memories of my first Sundance movie, Elena. Wuthering Heights is pretty. Wuthering Heights is a really long movie and it feels even longer. There should be a term for this, like the wind chill or heat index: "Wuthering Heights has a running time of 128 minutes, but the length index is going to make it feel more like 140 for all you folks out there."

6:00 p.m. I'm feeling dizzy from the altitude. My editor just told me that I don't look well and pats me on the back and says, "It's going to be OK, buddy." These are the same words that I said to my dog right before the veterinarian put him to sleep.

8:00 p.m. Matt Patches from Hollywood.com just told me, "I want to be in your next "Dos and Don'ts" piece. OK.

11:10 p.m. Aziz Ansari is walking down the street directly ahead of me when a man asks him to pose for a picture. After, the man's friend asks why he did that. He responds, "When will I ever get the chance again to get my picture taken with Aziz Ansari?!" Indeed.

11:40 p.m. I am at a party for Your Sister's Sister, a movie I have never seen, yet I am here, celebrating its existence. Bryan Cranston just walked by me, did a loop around, and was never to be seen at this party again. I now like Bryan Cranston even more.

Saturday

12:05 a.m. I just discovered that the name of the DJ at this party is "Mr. Best." Can there possibly be a bolder name for a DJ? Maybe, "Dr. Best"?





12:06 a.m. Mr. Best seems to be a fan of Men at Work.

12:45 a.m. Julie Miller from Vanityfair.com tells me, "I'm staying at this really weird hotel. It's embarrassing. It's half pancake house, half Best Western. So where are you staying?" Too which I reply, "Yeah, I'm staying there, too."

1:00 a.m. Yep, that was me laying face up in the parking lot of my pancake hut hotel after slipping on ice.

7:00 a.m. I feel bad for ever being embarrassed that I'm staying at a pancake hut because I really want to eat a pancake right now.

8:15 a.m. It is snowing. A lot.

10:20 a.m. I just saw Red Lights. I enjoyed the movie more when I was pretending that Sigourney Weaver's character was debunking paranormal activity to ensure Ghostbusters 3 never happens. Also, I'm really starting to question if Robert De Niro is still a good actor. (I still hold out hope for Being Flynn.)

12:15 p.m. While waiting to cross the street, a fishtailing car careened right at me. I'm not joking, that's the most intense feeling of, "Oh, I may die," that I can remember. Of course, the teenager driving the car yelled at me out of his window, "Watch it!" I'm too petrified with fear to respond.

11:50 a.m. I arrived late to a screening for the darling of the festival so far, Beasts of the Southern Wild. I am in the front row. This is my view of the screen.





12:20 p.m. You know, once you get used to the angle, it's not that bad.

12:50 p.m. My neck really hurts.

1:30 p.m. Just left the screening for Beasts of the Southern Wild. This movie alone was worth the trip out here. (You can read Michael Hogan's review here.) I am so inspired right now, nothing can get me down.

1:36 p.m. Yep, I was just sprayed with snow from a passing van. I'm going to change that last entry to, "nothing can get me down for the next six minutes.

2:15 p.m. There is a child in the hotel lobby of the Marriott wearing Pokemon head gear. Is that still a thing? Or is that so out of date that it's now considered ironic?

4:45 p.m. I just watched the Lebanese film, Where Do We Go Now, which played at Cannes and Toronto. Before this festival, if someone had told me, "You're going to enjoy a Lebanese comedy about warring Christians and Muslims that involves two dance numbers." Well... OK, I would probably have believed them.

6:34 p.m. I just heard my first non-Sundance news of the day. Newt Gingrich won the South Carolina Republican primary and Joe Paterno may or may not have died. Perhaps being sheltered from real news isn't such a bad thing.

Mike Ryan is the senior writer for Moviefone. He has written for Wired Magazine, VanityFair.com, GQ.com, New York Magazine and Movieline. He likes Star Wars a lot. You can contact Mike Ryan directly on Twitter