Overheard in Sundance press lounge: “I guess he’ll be the Rosa Parks of the euthanasia movement.” Context, if I knew it, would only ruin it.

Except for being locked out of it for several hours, our Park City accommodations are quite lovely.

Guess what! The 25th annual Sundance Film Festival has begun, and I am here for the 10th annual time! I’ll be providing coverage for Film.com (my spouse) and Cinematical.com (my mistress), as well as for EricDSnider.com (my narcissism). In particular, my daily diaries — which I guess are “blogs,” although I’ve been doing them since before that word existed, THANK YOU VERY MUCH — will be here at my, um, blog. (OK, so the Internet finally caught up and provided a place for me to put daily diary entries.)

I might also slap together some Twitter updates, if you’re a Twitter user. My name there is EricDSnider. If you don’t know what Twitter is, good for you.

For you civilians and suckers, here’s what’s been shoveled into your multiplexes:

“Notorious” is actually a pretty good biopic of famed obese rapper The Notorious B.I.G. Some reviews have already complained that the movie is full of musical-biopic clichés, which makes me laugh, because what, the beloved “Walk the Line” and “Ray” weren’t?

“Hotel for Dogs” isn’t the Groin-Punch for Eric that I expected — it’s a reasonably amusing and perfectly harmless family film about some kids taking care of strays.

Then you got “Paul Blart: Mall Cop,” starring Kevin James as the title fattie (big week for fatties!). Not very funny.

Finally, I got around to reviewing “The Unborn,” which was Hollywood’s Shameful Secret last week, and it’s lousy. This week, the Shameful Secret is “My Bloody Valentine 3-D,” which will have to wait until I’m done Sundancing for a review. YOU HEAR THAT, “MY BLOODY VALENTINE 3-D”? YOU CAN WAIT.

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