Our club-filled Park City nights have already been documented, but did you know that there was a film festival going on? Apparently, so we decided that the best cure for a hangover was to slip inside a dark room and let pictures dance before our sunglasses. There was no way we were going to track down everything, but we did manage to see a couple (literally two) of movies that we think are worth keeping an eye on.


It Might Get Loud
We know you're probably not the type who tracks down arthouse theaters for Sundance-darling documentaries, but you should make an exception for this one. Ostensibly about the electric guitar, Davis "An Inconvenient Truth" Guggenheim makes the wise choice to stay away from History Channel lectures and instead sits Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White in one studio and lets them do the talking. Not only do you have actual guitar heroes asking each other fascinating questions, but you get real insight into how each of them writes music, incredible anecdotes about the recording of seminal songs and albums, and a surprising amount of humor (who knew Jack White was fucking hilarious?). Music geeks will shudder in ecstasy as Page asks Edge to show him what note he just played, and feel a kinship watching White gaze up in puppy dog awe as Page casually riffs in front of him. Word is that the movie is going to be released this summer, so keep your ears peeled. This is definitely worth seeing.

Oh, and the footage of very early U2 on Top of the Pops? Priceless.


Spread
A lot has been made of Mickey Rourke embracing his worn out life and transferring it to the screen in The Wrestler. Well, Spread is Ashton Kutcher's Wrestler. However, instead of it being a heartbreaking and engrossing study of a man trying to hold onto past glory, this is the paper thin story of an unabashed asshole associating with other assholes in the asshole capital of America (that'd be L.A.). In other words, character and actor couldn't be more perfectly paired. Kutcher plays a homeless prettyboy who survives by hooking up with rich single women and mooching off them (Hmmmm…). But then… he falls in love… with a young hottie (natch). This causes some problems, seeing as his entire lifestyle is dependent on his cougar cocksmanship.

The good? The sex is surprisingly graphic for a mainstream movie. Anne Heche (looking better than she ever has, by the way) is nakkers almost the entire time, and the sexual positions aren't just Cinemax missionary. And don't worry—Heche isn't the only one on display. Rachel Blanchard (Flight of the Conchords) has one particularly memorable scene (and line of dialogue—you'll know it when you hear it) and relative newcomer Margarita Levieva is, simply, scorching. Plus, we have to give props for the Hart Bochner cameo at the end. Hans… bubie… he's your white knight! So great to see Ellis getting some work.

The bad? The rest of the movie. The story is trite and ball-less. At one point, Kutcher gets the boot from the lap of luxury and has to temporarily live on the street. Just when you think the movie is going to get real and enter some disturbingly dark territory, it skips to the next scene of Kutcher in bed with a hottie, because he's, apparently, the only homeless L.A. prettyboy who doesn't have to hustle blowjobs behind Mann's Chinese Theater and fend off gang rapes. Lucky him.

So that's a brief tour of our one-day Sundance film coverage. We heard good music, learned something about art, and watched attractive people fuck. What more can you ask for between massages and cocktails at the Axe Ski Lodge?