Hot Buttered Rum and Popcorn

Greetings from Park City Utah!

The Sundance Film Festival is in full swing, kids and this town is hopping. It's Hollywood In Wool Hats!

The hotel that Hank and I are staying at is just a stone's throw from downtown so we've managed to make it to almost all of the screenings so far ... of course the one we were most jazzed about seeing was the festival premiere of "El Grande Supra"... my god, kids, what can I tell you about this film? Defying all odds, this celluloid atrocity had the audience on their feet cheering, and the critics falling over themselves to come up with superlatives to recommend it! My good buddy, Eric Stillman OWNS this piece, as the tortured superhero who was born of Mormon missionaries who are murdered in Mexico by bandits and is then raised by Pancho Villa's great, great grand daughter...and then on his twenty first birthday is abducted by aliens and then returned to earth with superhuman powers that he uses to protect the citizens of his sleepy backwater, Nacho Via Skumdum...oy vey, who'd have thunk it? Nonetheless, it's the toast of Park City and Stillman is the man of the hour!

At one of the parties that Miramax was hosting (they will be distributing the film) body guards were hired to protect Stillman ... crazy! Hank and I had to put him up at our room for the past few days because of the press, as well as Liza Minnelli who is in town trying to hunt him down (as you might recall, she and Stillman were an item for a few minutes last December after Faye Dunaway's ill-fated Christmas Eve party), and Miss Liza is not one to be toyed with, just ask David Gest! Any hoots, I for one am thrilled that Stillman is finally getting the attention he deserves.

Spent yesterday on the slopes with Hank and Sting and Trudie .... have not been skiing in ages, but, frost bite be damned, we had a great time ... later on in the lodge, Scarlett Johanson asked me for Stillman's phone number. I slipped her the digits but told her to watch out for Liza (man that would be a hellacious cat fight!) ... later on Sting, Hank, Trudie, and I went to a screening of "Thank You For Smoking"...in the men's room, Robert Downey Jr. asked me if I had any blow, I gave him a line of foot powder, and boy howdy, he snorted a line of it and smiled! I felt good, knowing that I was merely providing an illusion of his addiction to him ... after the movie, we went to a party where I bumped into James Van Der Beek and we talked about his stalled career...poor kid, I think he'd do gay-pron for some exposure these days... found out later, that he was parking cars during the day and shopping around some little indie film he was working on ... so sad, but he's a good kid, he'll bounce back!

Last night, Mister Man and I went to a screening and I bumped into Tim Hutton...it was uncomfortable to say the least...Tim and I were roommates for a while back in the day and I don't think he's ever really gotten over me; not to sound all conceded about it, but Tim is a pretty clingy fellow and once he laid eyes on me, he got all puppy dog and I thought Hank was going to go ballistic and make a scene, luckily I talked Hanky down and took Tim aside and in the lobby of the theatre we talked about the old days and I slipped him Deborah Winger's unlisted home phone number in the hopes that he'd obsess over her again instead of me, that seemed to do the trick and the rest of the evening went off with out a hitch!

This morning, Hank, Eric, Greg Kinnear, Edward Norton and your's truly took to the slopes ... yes fans that is me with the yellow and black ski-jacket and Stillman is sporting the Santa Claus hat that Scarlett gave him the night before! After a great morning, we headed back to town for seven more screenings as well as an evening of parties...tonight, as I settled into my seat at The Egyptian to watch yet another documentary film on the plight of transgendered nuns from Siberia, and sipped a hot buttered rum while munching some popcorn, I thought to myself, what have I done to deserve this dream life?