My head feels a bit like a snow globe. That is in the hands of a three year old boy. Who has decided that it will be a blizzard for the hapless snowman inside ALL THE TIME. That is to say there's a lot swirling about inside of there and it never is getting even a moment to settle and make the slightest bit of sense or rhyme or reason because as soon as I feel as if I've constructed even one sentence of semblance, well, it all goes topsy turvy upside down sliding over itself and I've completely forgotten what were we talking about?
There are words. I have them. In my head. Did I just share that? I believe that I did.
All composed, but not exactly in a format for sharing, about my Sundance best moments. I had planned on spinning them into a warm cozy blanket to wrap around the lot of you while serving you some of my favourite tea today, but then visitors of the sorts that I just can never ignore happened upon my doorstep last night and kept me up, up, up, up without respite.
That is to say I have not slept. Since Saturday! We all know where this is headed. There is not coffee with love brewed strongly enough to ward off this impending disaster. Or if there is? It is not currently obtainable in the fine state of Utah.
Meanwhile, Saturday found me sitting in the dark of a hushed theatre (you all are going to think that's the only place where I ever sit still) enthralled by Almodovar's Los Abrazos Rotos. Enthralled is not by any means an exaggeration. I want to shout out my huge disappointment to those at the Academy who chose not to nominate this film in the Foreign Film category. Los Abrazos Rotos is a film maker's film. A film lover's film. A film that grabs on to your heart and doesn't let it go. See it. You will not be at all disappointed.
The the warm blanket of Sundance moments, so special and magical, is coming. I promise. First sleep. Then wooly and wild words. Lots of words.
