The pure white snow extended along the streets, spreading upwards on both sides like a trail of LEGO bricks. Houses, resembling carefully assembled blocks, were scattered in a harmonious pattern. The gentle hills gradually climbed beneath their steps.
As they walked along the peaceful streets of the small town, the scenery suddenly opened up. Before them lay a vast, gently sloping platform. The steep peaks and continuous mountain ranges in the background acted as natural barriers, isolating the world beyond. Thick layers of snow blanketed the once verdant greenery, replaced by ski slopes adorned in silver, winding through the emerald forests, painting a leisurely scene of winter.
Near Salt Lake City, Utah, lay Park City, known for its skiing and famed worldwide for the Sundance Film Festival. A resemblance seemed to exist between all this and Telluride, as if they shared a secret harmony. In fact, these two towns even shared similarities in layout and style.
The distinction lay in the fact that while the Telluride Film Festival held onto the tail end of summer, with people donning short sleeves, sipping colas, sunbathing on lawns, and luxuriating in the leisure brought by films; the Sundance Film Festival took place in the biting cold of winter, with bitter winds, attendees bundled in down coats, clutching hot coffees as they traversed between various theaters, welcoming the celebration of independent cinema.
Since 1983, the Sundance Film Festival, founded by Robert Redford, had grown to its twenty-seventh edition. It had become the largest gathering hub for independent filmmakers in the United States and the world at large. Every year, hundreds and thousands of independent film enthusiasts gathered here to revel.
In comparison to Telluride's galaxy of stars, Park City welcomed a multitude of fresh and unfamiliar faces each year. Here, there were no awards season clamors, no orchestrated glamor of the academies, no clamorous commercialism. Only films existed, and everything was about films, and only films.
While Telluride could invite heavyweights like the producers and actors of "The King's Speech", "The Social Network", and "127 Hours" to participate in its award season, truly treating movie enthusiasts to a galaxy of stars, the Sundance Film Festival showcased debut directors, unheard-of independent filmmakers, overlooked independent works that struggled to gain attention during awards season, and offbeat, uniquely styled cult films. Films—everything revolved around films, and only films.
Of course, the film "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" had woven the distinct tapestries of Telluride and Sundance together, crafting yet another remarkable tale.
This week, "Like Crazy" was about to land at this year's Sundance Film Festival.
For a low-budget work with an investment of less than two hundred and fifty thousand, the situation of "Like Crazy" was even more desolate than that of "Buried".
The production cost of "Buried" had been at least three million, including a significant portion for promotion. This had allowed "Buried" to participate in the Toronto Film Festival and ride the momentum into the ranks of the Telluride Film Festival. But "Like Crazy" lacked this funding.
They couldn't afford to venture to Europe's smaller film festivals to expand their market. They couldn't even participate in some of North America's domestic film festivals because each festival required an entry fee. Moreover, the crew's presence at the festival meant expenses for transportation, accommodations, meals, wardrobe, and more.
Sundance was their sole choice in Park City, a privilege held by independent cinema. Simultaneously, Sundance presented their sole opportunity. If they couldn't find a suitable distributor here, the production team would be in dire straits. They might even be unable to secure a spot in art cinemas, which meant the two hundred and fifty thousand investment could be lost without a trace.
Perhaps for those well-endowed independent film companies, a sum of two hundred and fifty thousand might be affordable. But for Drake Doeremus, it was an unaffordable loss.
So, after the conclusion of the Golden Globe Awards ceremony, Renly wrapped up a series of brief promotions for "Buried" and then swiftly made his way to Park City. He had come specifically for the Sundance Film Festival, dedicating his efforts to promote "Like Crazy".
However, before formally launching the campaign, Renly secured valuable time to return to his role as a fan, relishing the enchanting moments of the Sundance Film Festival.
In this town, "Mulholland Drive" was more popular than "The King's Speech". The buzz surrounding "The Social Network" paled in comparison to that of "One Hour Photo". When choosing between "Inception" and "Synecdoche, New York", the former always came out the loser. The standout "Winter's Bone" from the previous year was repeatedly mentioned, yet people lamented that the mainstream market had never truly appreciated the brilliance of that work...
At the cinema entrance, along the streets, at café entrances... at every public gathering, small groups could spontaneously form, a handful of people standing together, engaged in fervent discussions about their cinematic experiences. Sometimes, after a film screening, six or seven small clusters could convene by the cinema entrance, each expressing their opinions. Passing film enthusiasts would meander between different groups, searching for like-minded companions.
No self-introductions, no pleasantries. The only way to communicate was through one's viewpoints and perspectives. This peculiar and unique way of forming connections was undoubtedly one of the most striking scenes at the Sundance Film Festival.
At this moment, Renly stood next to a small group, not speaking lightly. Instead, he listened attentively as they shared their viewpoints, and he confirmed his own ideas with theirs.
"No, I believe the science fiction elements aren't the most crucial. It explores our attitude towards mistakes, extending to our attitude towards life..."
"This is a science fiction film! How can you say science fiction elements aren't important? Do you ignore the fact that there's another Earth hanging in the sky?"
They were discussing the just-ended screening of the film "Another Earth", a low-budget sci-fi work that had burst onto the scene in a stunning manner. Almost everyone was eager to express their viewpoints and opinions.
Different from Toronto, where every film received ardent praise, and different from Toronto, where reviews somewhat influenced the public's perception, at Sundance, everyone had their unique thoughts. These thoughts might be right or wrong, profound or superficial. But one thing was certain—everyone was willing to voice their opinions and share their perspectives.
Seizing the moment, Renly interjected into their conversation.
"Both of your understandings are skewed. That's just the first layer of the film's meaning. The true idea hidden within the script's core is that in parallel spaces, parallel universes, different factors lead to different outcomes, but the one making the choices remains the same person."
Unconsciously, everyone leaned in to listen to Renly's viewpoint.
"So, when this person's ideology changes, are their duplicates in different parallel spaces still the same person? Or, have they split into entirely different personalities? But if they've split, does discussing parallel spaces still have any meaning? Because the other space has become a stranger, no longer oneself. We can easily see them as the same world, where in different countries or regions, another person with similar experiences makes different choices. The concept of parallel spaces itself has lost its significance."
The intense debate that was raging suddenly paused due to Renly's words, and the abrupt silence held a hint of awkwardness. Unexpectedly, despite the lengthy discourse, no one interrupted. Everyone had immersed themselves in their own thoughts, seemingly trying to find the flaws in Renly's statement, preparing to counter when the opportunity arose.
In an era where science fiction films had become increasingly formulaic and genre-bound, finding a sci-fi work that was solidly grounded in fundamentals, possessed rigorous theoretical foundations, and still managed to deliver surprises was like finding a needle in a haystack. Who would have thought that this year's Sundance Film Festival had truly struck gold! The appearance of "Another Earth" had ignited fervor in everyone's hearts.
Even more remarkable, the film's leading actress, Brit Marling, was also one of the screenwriters. With her striking appearance, commendable acting, and abundant talent, she was undoubtedly the biggest sensation of the first three days of the Sundance Festival. Moreover, she was only twenty-eight years old this year.
After the screening ended, during the moment of intellectual explosion, the audience eagerly engaged in discussions, even debates. Everyone fervently wished to express their own opinions, to exchange their thoughts. Suddenly, Renly threw out a bomb, prompting everyone to savor and contemplate it, thinking it over repeatedly.
From another perspective, it was evident that "Another Earth" was indeed an outstanding work worthy of deep consideration.
"So, how would you define parallel spaces then? Are you saying that everyone's personalities are the same, so when faced with the same situation, we will make the same choice? Does this mean that the outcomes in different parallel spaces are the same? If that's the case, the meaning of parallel spaces would cease to exist."
An abrupt voice interjected, yet no one found it strange. This was an event open to everyone's participation in the discussions.
The speaker was the "newcomer" who had just passed by. After halting her steps, she directly joined the conversation, assertively jumping into the topic, successfully drawing everyone's attention.
Following the voice, Renly looked over and saw a female audience member.
Undoubtedly, science fiction films boasted a massive fan base, including a fair share of female enthusiasts. However, considering the vast numbers, women still formed a minority. Thus, among geeks and enthusiasts, the appearance of a female audience member would immediately draw attention, with everyone treating her as an extraordinary gem.
But at this moment, everyone was engrossed in the debate between two individuals, and for a time, no one looked up to notice the female audience member. A typical geek's behavior, wasn't it?
What surprised Renly was not the gender of the audience member before him, but her identity.
With skin fair as snow and fiery red hair, her features held a rugged charm. She might not have been a beauty at first glance, yet exuded a determined and heroic aura. Even the faint freckles on her nose left a deep impression. It was none other than Jessica Chastain!