Day Saturday: Before the real fatigue begins

Getting another leisurely start. Too much zinfandel and pinot noir made for a difficult night, one in which I tossed and turned and dreamed about … eating omelets on the run? Wonder what Freud would say about that. Sundance can do some strange things to you.

Today we try to connect with Slamdance , the alternative to the alternative (that, really, is no longer that much of an alternative, not when a film such as “The Jacket” being picked up for mainstream distribution). Robert Redford calls this a “festival of dissent,” and that may be so. But it’s a whole lot different than it was when we started coming here just eight years ago. After all, last year’s opening-night film was the surfing movie “Riding Giants.”

Anyway, I’ll arm myself with a Starbucks, my credentials, my laptop, and then we’ll head out in about 15 minutes. The day, the festival beckon. Film count so far: 7.