The scene at Tao’s Sundance party at the Lift Saturday night was by all appearances a calm and peaceful affair—there was no lineup outside, no heaving throng vying for the doorman’s eye, no movie types promising riches or threatening hellfire and brimstone to be let in ... That is, it appeared that way until you opened the front door. Just within, all of the above posturing was occurring and more. My face was buried in a tall, thin man’s back (actor Adrian Brody, it turns out), and things only got more out of hand when I was unexpectedly swept from my place at the door frame into the entrance hall by Brody’s even taller entourage. “You with Adrian?” I was asked, and while I did not lie, I did not exactly protest, either. Despite the late hour, I was within moments double-fisting a Stella Artois (the only beer of Sundance) and a plastic cup o’ mystery tequila, proving that even in Utah, all things can be had for a price.