Well kids, it’s recovery time for those of us who were stupid enough to barge
into private parties, chase movie stars and make fun of out-of-towners. Here
are a few highlights in case you missed all the Sundance shit.
AND THE AWARD FOR THE SADDEST SUNDANCE PREMIER PARTY GOES
TO…: RUSSELL CROWE.
Let’s just say that the after-hours private party for Russell Crowe
at Cicero’s was one of the most pitiful gatherings I’ve ever witnessed. The
wilted buffet table, coupled with the teenagers who managed to sneak on the
guest list made me feel as though I was at my cousin’s wedding at the Grange
Hall. The topper came when owner Steve McComb announced we would all be serenaded
by the lead vocalist for (are you sitting down?) AIR SUPPLY! Argghhh! Someone
slit my wrists for me! Crowe opted to dull the pain by slamming Jack & Cokes
while chain smoking. Somehow we all survived the live, painful performance
of “Lost in Love.”
AFFLECK - Affleck, trying hard to look like he hasn't
Miss Nicole being as charming as
bullshit? Probably, but at least she has class and no more Cruise.
Gunny as hell. Too bad he's hitched.
MATT DAMON - Hot hotty hot. Yes, he looks even better in person.
EBERT - Oh Mr. Ebert. This photo was taken in between his four pieces of
pizza. I think my Aunt Sue said it best: "Shouldn't he be eating a salad?"