Lines at Sundance are studies of human behavior. I keep thinking : “If only people cared as much about politics and their communities as they do about their place in line.” I’ve seen a(n) (over)grown woman call security on someone who butted in line. I’ve seen people try to push their way into a screening, claiming someone has a seat saved for them. Today, an entire line of people booed and yelled when a man was called out of line by name for a screening. (I was a little slap-happy, so I yelled “Watch your back Mario!! You’re dead!! Dead!!)
It’s movie madness.
I feel so bad for the volunteers, who are so patient and kind to these ding-dongs. Last night, trying to get in to “Buried”, two women (one of whom was crying) (?) just wouldn’t listen to the volunteer trying to find us seats. I wanted to yell at them : “Just shut your mouth!! Just shut-up and get in line!”
I get a little Liz Lemon-y when it comes to the rules. I’m a stickler for order at times. Even when I missed that screening of “Welcome to the Rileys” just because I was five minutes late, I knew it was my fault for being late! The same thing happened to two men this morning, and they were BITCHING about it, all fired up. One guy went something like this:
“We lost our place in line and we should be up there right now! ALL WE DID WAS GET SOME COFFEE and since we were late we lost our spot in line! THEY SAID THEY CLEARLY EXPLAINED THIS TO EVERYONE BUT NO ONE EXPLAINED IT TO ME!”
Me: “They do explain it.”
I thought he might punch me right then, but he huffed instead. Which made me laugh. Which made him angrier. I’m sure he got into the screening, too!
This man “will die angry and miss everything cool”, one of my favorite Patton Oswalt lines.
