Refugees on Main Street

The just-concluded 2006 Sundance Film Festival was such a stampede that it reminded the Lost Boys of Sudan, the visiting heroes of the Grand Jury and Audience Award–winning documentary God Grew Tired of Us, of a refugee camp. Roughly 25,000 fled the 1992 Sudanese civil war; Sundance attracts about twice that many attendees. Now that the theaters have emptied and the temporary Starbucks (a festival sponsor) on Main Street has been struck like an empty film set, it's time to reflect on the festival's lessons.

First, the Northwest news from Park City, Utah. We contributed one of the five dramatic category jurors, Bainbridge Islander Alan Rudolph, and trifecta- winning San Juan Islander James Longley, whose exquisite Iraq in Fragments won documentary awards for directing, cinematography, and editing. The other big Seattle success was in the parallel universe of the Slamdance Film Festival, where Lynn Shelton's locally made first feature, We Go Way Back, won both Grand Jury feature prizes, for Best Narrative Feature Film and Best Cinematography. Getting into Slamdance instead of Sundance may have been the break of Shelton's now-hot career. It's an important movie about what Shelton calls "the geisha years," when a woman in her 20s aims to please men and authority, at the cost of finding herself. You never see the stunning smile of Cornish B.F.A. Amber Hubert, who plays the heroine, Kate: She sleepwalks almost zombielike through life, jumped by jerks and jerked around by her mad theater director, played with daft abandon by Robert Hamilton Wright. The film gets quite lost in its last act, but the resonant first two-thirds of it puts one in mind of a distaff Northwest Garden State.

There's a faint Seattle connection to the most technically accomplished film I saw at Sundance, Jonathan Demme's Neil Young: Heart of Gold. Young's assistant, Eric Johnson, used to assist Pearl Jam. Even though the film self-effacingly blends two live Nashville concerts of the old man at the peak of his mature powers, Demme told me, "It's as personal a film as I've ever made," putting it up there with Melvin & Howard, Philadelphia, Cousin Bobby, and The Agronomist. "It's very much like a dream," added Young. "'Cause everything's always right with a dream." (I'll have more of that chat in our Feb. 15, issue; the film opens here Friday, Feb. 17.)

It was the big-bucks star vehicles like Friends With Money that provoked paparazzi to chase Jennifer Aniston's limo down the street, but for my money, the Seattle Weekly award for Best Film at Sundance was Son of Man, Mark Dornford-May's modern-day South African version of the Christ story, set in a tortured shantytown and brilliantly acted by the theater group Dimpho Di Kopane. It's the best-looking HD film I've ever seen, more moving than The Last Temptation of Christ, and smarter than Mel Gibson's Passion. The Slaughter of the Innocents has never seemed more realistic, and the lifelike saga is full of graceful touches—a fan glimpsed behind Mary's head becomes a well-earned halo. Like Shelton's film, and past Sundance triumph Tarnation, it shows how valuable stage experience can be in indie film.

That's just what's lacking in TV Junkie, the self-filmed self- destructive life story of Rick Kirkham, the George Plimpton–like participatory journalist of TV's Inside Edition who cracked up on crack. Kirkham always talks like a shallow talking head with no dramatic sense, but there is a creepy fascination to see him stalk his own family with a camera until his wife calls the cops—repeatedly. It's less interesting to watch him drone into the camera while consuming cocaine and feeling bad about himself.

Sundance has a jones for addiction stories. Besides Kirkham and Sherrybaby's more hopeful junkie (sensitively played by Maggie Gyllenhaal), we get the reformable alcoholic sexaholic Ashley Judd in Joey Lauren Adams' Come Early Morning (a clumsier Junebug, but winsome, and with Scott Wilson playing a stone-faced dad kind of like the one he plays in Junebug); Scott Wilson as a pothead loser dad in the rape melodrama The Open Window; Aniston as a pothead loser housecleaner in Friends With Money; and, most impressively, Ryan Gosling as a crack-smoking high-school teacher and girls' basketball coach in Ryan Fleck's Half Nelson. What distinguishes Gosling's role is that he's not just an addict, a walking Social Problem. He's an individual, a subversive leftist who genuinely inspires his otherwise bored students. As his best student, an at-risk but at present clean 13-year-old, Shareeka Epps wins the SW award for best new talent at Sundance with a grave, thoughtful, precise performance by an actor who had zero previous experience.