After the screenings. After the dealmaking. After the swag-bagging, the auteuring, the Ashton Kutcher–ing and the Jessica Biel–ing. Then, and only then, will you do what you came to Sundance to do—dance, eat and rock out with Dave Grohl. Here’s where.
You secured distribution. You sold your screenplay. You stayed awake through that documentary about Mongolian yak herders. Only thing to do now: dance. Steve Wynn has generously provided the combined know-how from four of his Vegas hot spots for a weeklong slate of top-name DJ talent. Your DJ Nero documentary begins here.
Take one Miami Beach club. Plop it down in a penthouse cocktail lounge in Park City. Sprinkle in the most eminent Entertainment Tonight and MTV reporters. The result: a nearly nonstop weekend party where beach meets snow—and you may very well meet Nancy O’Dell.
As you know, Sundance is an endurance sport of handshaking, snowboarding and insincere smiling. Often simultaneously. So... protein. You’re going to need lots of protein. Make frequent stop-ins at LA-based Animal’s pop-up shop, because if anyone has a pig’s tail when you need one, they will.
The whole Nirvana/Foo Fighters thing was really just a very clever way into Dave Grohl’s first love: making documentaries about defunct Los Angeles recording studios. To celebrate the resulting movie, Sound City, he and the Sound City Players will rock your face off at this concert—something THX hasn’t yet mastered.
It’s late, and you would go to sleep, but hey, you’re in Utah: there must be a disco party nearby. Look no further than the Westway, a pop-up from the lascivious New York dance club/model playground. There are gratis cocktails, but no word on whether its stripper poles made the journey.
