For the first time during the fest, I spent a good part of my day on Main Street, watching teenage kids travel in packs, chanting every time a celebrity passed by. Who I saw: Jack Black being molested by a throng of teenage girls. Alan Rickman being chased by a group of teens shouting, "Alan!" and "Potter!" Rickman was heading into the party for Be Kind Rewind -- a party in which yours truly was not allowed into.

Granted, I wasn't on the list nor was I invited by our friends over at New Line (who are all great people, and it probably just slipped their mind to invite the kind folks from Cinematical), but when I calmly explained who I was and that I really wanted to write up the party, give the film a little more press -- the dude at the door was an as**ole and a half. So thank you Mr. F*ckwit for shoving me off as if I was a scrawny 15-year-old itching to have Jack Black sign my left ass cheek. Your party looked very nice, and it's unfortunate that I can't write really nice things about it. Next time I see Alan Rickman, I'll ask him how it was.

Oooh, and Kim just told me that Kirsten Dunst checked into our hotel a little while ago. Hmmm. We'll let you know if we spot her doing something Spidey-like. More photos, more reviews and more interviews heading your way soon. And I definitely have to tell you about this Slamdance doc I saw tonight called Dear Zachary. One of the most powerful and emotional docs I have ever seen. Let's just say I cried like a little girl throughout the entire film. I couldn't help myself. I was damaged tonight, folks. Hit by a force I wasn't expecting. Too bad I couldn't enjoy a few drinks with my friends (who did get into the Be Kind party) and drown my injured soul in a pint of something Utah-ish. Oh well. There's always tomorrow ....


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