Enjoyed a slow morning before getting in line for Waitress, written and directed by Adrienne Shelly, who was murdered just after finding out her film was going to Sundance. 40 years old, with a husband and 2-year-old, Shelly broke onto the indie scene together with filmmaker Hal Hartley, starring in his first two films, The Unbelievable Truth and Trust. She came to be a significant presence in independent filmmaking, as an actor, writer, and director. They say she directed with a really clear vision, knowing just what she wanted. Waitress star Keri Russell says that often actors who direct aren't intimidated by what they think is a mysterious art and can speak directly to the actors: "Don't do that thing you do with your hands."

I found most of my address book on my computer and last night found some of my new addresses in the garbage, so I fixed my address book again. Then lost it all again. And I didn't get into the film. They were even turning away ticket holders. This happens occasionally because they can only guess how many passholders will come -- they can go to any movie they want. Hard to complain, though. This was the first time this year waiting didn't pan out for me. I also ran into Grant, my Canadian Sundance friend who works at the library theater each year for the festival. Plus I got to eat the Prospector Square soup for the first time this year.

I headed over to the library theater at 2:30 to wait for the 8:30 show, sort of, and I didn't even know what the film was going to be. The Grand Jury Prize for World Cinema was scheduled, but they wouldn't know who the winner would be until minutes before the start time. I found wireless access inside the actual library and once again fixed my address book. I think I understand finally not only the necessity of backing up constantly but also the proper way to do the backup. When I got kicked out of the library at 6:00, I noticed that the waitlist line for the 8:30 movie wasn't long, so I waited for a number.

Once I got my number, I went over to the 7:00 awards ceremony for the Park City Film Music Festival, thinking I probably wouldn't make it back for the film. But at 7:30, they still hadn't started, so I decided to go back to the movie. How could I go a day at Sundance without seeing at least one movie? But before I went, Leslie, the director of the Film Music Festival, informed me that Last Notes red won a Silver Medal for Excellence in Film Music! And the Cajun film I liked, Little Chenier, won the audience award.

While waiting to get our waitlist tickets, and waiting to hear what movie we were going to see, I chatted up my Canadian friend Grant, who was finally able to announce that the Jury Prize winner for World Cinema was Sweet Mud from Israel, written and directed by Adama Meshugaat. It's about a 12-year-old boy growing up on a kibbutz in 1974 (precisely how old I was in '74). The film had some really simple and fun moments, especially in the first part, but by the end it felt unfocused to me. And unfairly judgmental of the kibbutz.