CRITIC'S NOTEBOOK;Vying for Attention At a Mecca of Movies
DURING the run of the Sundance Film Festival, two visiting cultures coexist awkwardly in this town. "Hey, are you guys movie stars?" exclaimed a pesty skier, bothering two blond women in a restaurant the other evening. By doing this, he broke every local rule. Nobody accosts actors here. And these women were in skiers' plumage, while for movie types who turn up, life is a Gap ad. Also, these women had strolled into the room and sat down in a normal manner. Actors at Sundance perfect a casual skulk and are much more often seen darting out exits than making entrances. But the biggest difference between skiers and festivalgoers concerns their notion of Park City's most challenging sport. Spend one day trying to keep up with the festival's overloaded screening schedule and you won't think it's downhill racing, that's for sure. Sundance offers so many films that the makers of smaller, obscure entries try desperate measures to attract attention. The makers of one film handed out squirt guns. For a film about matchmaking, there were books of matches. Promotional condoms are the gambit for a short film at the upstart Slamdance festival. Nina Menkes, who has a film in the virtually overlooked avant-garde Frontier section, hands out a press release in a folder reading "Yes! I am a witch."
