And a final three makes it a cool 30

And just that fast, we’re back at the Salt Lake City Airport, waiting on our flight back to Spokane. We squeezed in three final films, beginning at 9 a.m. with “Dear Wendy,” a Thomas Vinterberg adaptation of a Lars Von Trier script about a group of young kids living in an alternative universe – one in which the gun is king. The movie is, it’s easy to presume, a damning indictment of America and its attitude toward gun ownership.

Second up was “Wall” – not “The Wall” but just “Wall” (or “Mur” ) – a documentary by Simone Bitton. It involves the concrete wall being constructed along the border of Israel and the West Bank that, once complete, will stretch over 700 kilometers (about 435 miles). If Bitton’s film is any indication, the wall will be about as effective as the border between California and Mexico.

And, finally, we had “Frozen,” the mystery of a woman (Shirley Henderson) on the trail of her sister, who disappeared two years before. It’s a Slamdance feature that we saw on video, watching it up to the moment that the shuttle appeared at our condo door at 3:55 p.m. If nothing else, it proves once again that at its best, this year’s Slamdance was as good as its bigger and more illustrious neighbor. Slamdance director Kathleen McKnnis , a former longtime programmer for the Seattle International Film Festival , oversaw a festival that has developed into one of the best in the country.

Final film count: 30. That’s a record.