I’ve often referred to Palm Springs as a place where actors and filmmakers go to hide out when their movie has bombed big-time or has otherwise proven an embarassment. They usually do so while wearing Ray-ban shades and a fishing hat with the brim pulled down. But I’m heading out there today (expected departure around 1 or 1:30 pm) to spend four days at the Palm Springs Film Festival. Salmon Fishing in Yemen, Super Classico, Elite Squad, Turn Me On Dammit, etc. Plus parties and dryness and gekkos and brunches.
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I’ll be staying at the Palm Springs Travelodge on East Palm Canyon Drive. If I’d decided to go earlier I might have been comped by the festival. I’ve never attended before because it’s right before Sundance and the expense seemed too much to bear.
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