There were still some recognizable faces in the crowd huffing up and down the hill, not that many took notice. I followed Robert Englund - Freddy Kruger himself! - for three solid blocks while not a single person (including me) showed any sign of knowing who he was. It was only when he paused and stepped aside, looking dapper in a camel coat and fedora, to chat with his female companion that I saw who I had been behind.

Things were as quiet at the Marriott festival headquarters as they were chaotic on Main Street, but Emily Mortimer (wearing adorable, and warm looking, red boots) and a friend were arranging for a car to join the madness. When the actress was told her black SUV would be brought to the door in a few minutes, she thanked the desk staff politely, said it was silly for them to have to juggle the cars in the drive, and insisted on walking down the line of vehicles and opening her own door to climb in. It's nice to see someone at Sundance not acting like a diva.