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Sundance in 60 Seconds: Friday, January 16, 2009
Filed under: Deals », Sundance », Festival Reports », Distribution », Cinematical Indie »

The first full day of screenings began on Friday, and by the evening Park City had claimed its first victim, a very knowledgeable and well-liked friend of Cinematical who slipped on some black ice and ended up bloody and bruised. It's dangerous out there, folks! Mind your step as we present the day in a whirlwind 60 seconds.
Deals. Despite the general downturn in the industry, two new distributors have bravely stepped forth into the arena. Austin-based B-Side Entertainment aims to distribute 10 films in 2009, according to Variety, "through an array of theatrical, nontheatrical, and ancillary outlets." And filmmaker Randall Miller, who couldn't find a distributor for his film Bottle Shock at Sundance last year and ended up doing it successfully himself, has formed Consolidated Pictures Group to distribute up to four movies per year. Movie City News has the press release, and their web site is already up.
Reviews. Moon, featuring Sam Rockwell and the voice of Kevin Spacey, has garnered good word of mouth; you can read James Rocchi's review of a "science fiction film that's not about aliens but instead about alienation." Erik Davis sat through Humpday and described it (via Twitter) as "the best straight gay male porn" he's ever seen.
Blog Talk. It was an early wake-up call for Sundancers who trudged out to see James Toback's Tyson at 8:30 a.m. (But it must have been an easy walk, since The Bagger claimed in the NYT: "There are noticeably fewer flacks and fewer film executives walking the streets of Park City.") The doc, which was acquired by Sony Pictures Classics in pre-festival business, prompted Neil Miller of Film School Rejects to call it "a one-sided puff piece."
Review: Nobel Son
Filed under: Action », Comedy », Independent », Thrillers », Mystery & Suspense », Theatrical Reviews »

They say that the music makes the man.
Actually, no, They don't, but I do, and by "man," I mean "movie". And it isn't so much that the work of composer Paul Oakenfold single-handedly undoes Nobel Son but rather unwittingly serves an accomplice to creating one aggressively atonal crime caper. His thumping techno beats are more fitting for the likes of Swordfish -- indeed, they were at the time -- and maybe more so when accompanying a night of relentless thrusting and occasional pill-popping in Ye Local Nightclub, an activity of more potential enjoyment than sitting through this movie instead. Either way, you'd end up lots of noise, plenty of flash, and little to show for it other than a lasting headache and a lingering sense of regret.









