I’d been in Park City less than 24 hours when I spotted the man himself. I was standing on Main Street talking to one of American television’s most distinguished comedy directors when Mr Sundance happened to walk past.
‘Would you like to meet him?’ asked the director.
‘You’re kidding, right?’
‘Follow me.’
Unfortunately, as soon as we’d taken a step towards this Hollywood legend, his mobile phone rang. I was ready to give up at this point, but the director insisted we follow him down the street. Provided we kept a discreet distance, he’d be none the wiser and when he ended his call we’d be in a position to pounce.
Needless to say, I’m not talking about Robert Redford, the man who started the world’s largest independent film festival. I’m talking about Harvey Weinstein.
For better or worse, it is Weinstein, not Redford, who embodies the true spirit of Sundance.

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