They're mind-numbing, the interviews that spew
from Sundance. From the greasy depths of fake
humility, to the nosebleed heights of each
newly-vaulted ego, these interviews are not to
be read so much as shoveled, and waded through.
Here and there, somebody gets over himself long
enough to be a welcome breeze.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Bobcat Goldthwaite