Speaking of festival life being rough (sniff), our initial entry into Park City has been like a bad indie outtake from Planes, Trains & Automobiles. On the eve of our departure, Lisa's laptop keyboard exploded, incurring a detour to the Salt Lake City Apple store. But this did give me a chance to meet our lovely East African cab driver Mohammad, one of the self-proclaimed "only brown people" in Salt Lake, who also happens to speak six languages. Other hurdles have included overcoming a blogger hex (read: dearth of wireless access) and discovering the wonders of altitude sickness, a slippery illness whose side effects I have now decided to call La Nausée Vague.

But as my partner in crime always says: it's all part of growing up. We're finally headed to our first screenings this afternoon, and this morning we shot an interview with director Larry Clark, who has a short film at Sundance as well as the Slamdance opening night feature, Wassup Rockers, and was ubercool. Look out for the video here tomorrow.