The annual Sundance Film Festival kicked off yesterday. Now, we all know that what mythically started as an enthusiastic enclave for independent filmmakers has long ago degenerated into a week-long, sweaty-palmed, Red Bull-fueled, is that Dax Shepard?, Entourage-y nightmare. There's no confusion over whether or not it has become a snow-covered satellite of the schwag-bag circle jerk of contemporary Hollywood. ...