Our daily, bleary-eyed round-up of developments from Park City finds a unseasonably warm — and quiet — day at the festival. Except ZOMG IT'S ASHTON!!!!

In 1979, a hirstute Madonna posed nude for Lee Friedlander. You can buy the photo for an estimated $15,000 at Christies, just in time for Valentine's day. Or just look at it for free. [Christies]

The plane comes down into the water right around the two minute mark and it's very grainy. But that blur of silver does give you a sense of just how smoothly Chelsey B. Sullenberger III was able to touch down. The rest shows the first minutes of passengers exiting onto the wings and the first ferry boat arriving to their rescue. Given that the US Airways flight went down in one of the most densely populated places on earth under virtual police-state surveillance, we actually expected more footage than this to come out. [Update As commenter Claire Buoyant points out, the BBC has clips from two other angles.] Still, this will do for now.

After Proposition 8 passed and some in the film community were calling for a Sundance boycott, fest director Geoff Gilmore promised to take special steps to appease their concerns about supporting anti-gay businesses. Did he?

Here, in no particular order, are the best comments of the week. Good work everyone.

Danger Graydon Carter, your oh-so-exclusive Waverly Inn brand is slipping. The West Village paparazzi-magnet restaurant just seated a blogger. Who walked in off the street.

Sundance may be an inspirational ode to the power of unique voices, but sometimes, those voices come from incredibly inane, douche-y hangers-on. Here is a sampling of the most egregious overheard quotes from yesterday.

The drama over whether Mad Men executive creator Matthew Weiner would return to the show for a third season has come to its expected conclusion: a big fat seven-figure deal for two more seasons.

Defamer's Week in Review: Legends were made, secrets were bared, swimsuits were breached, and heroes were lost. Remember them all after the jump.

· You think you had a traumatic 2008? Don't even get Diablo started.

1/16 — Saw TOM ARNOLD phoning and peeing at the premiere of Brooklyn's Finest. A friend of his asked if he had seats and he said yeah, with the Sundance Channel, all while dialing a phone number and readying his business at the urinal. A fine multitasker! He got voicemail and left a message relaying plans for later in the evening; heading to wash his hands, he said to no one in particular, "I sure hope that was the right number." Me too.

You'll have to forgive us, but there's a hot tub party at the Zankou Chicken condo that has more boiled boys n' girls bits than a Real World: Brooklyn reunion! Meanwhile, here's your winners:

Friday · San Francisco cult-movie drag legend Peaches Christ brings the first of two L.A. Midnight Mass screenings: Jawbreaker at Nuart, with auteur Darren Stein, Judy Greer, and Terminator's Thomas Dekker singing a tribute song.

While the rest of the Defamer masthead hits the slopes and rubs elbows with celebs, we're squatting in the Park City Library for the free internet and warmth. Luckily, there's a vending machine.

When he wasn't regaling Sundance press Thursday with his Chairman's History of the Festival, he spoke candidly about his prospects for duty in a more arts-friendly Barack Obama administration. As in, zero.

Of all the silly (and, at this point, pretty cliche) George W. Bushisms—his malapropisms, his infamous stumbles in syntax—one stands out for me as my absolute favorite. It's a surreal delight:

Did McCain forbid Cindy from joining Dancing w/the Stars? [Pg6]

This week: Hudson Hero! And some other stuff!

Reached by a Bloomberg reporter asking about his latest health scare, Apple CEO Steve Jobs finally snapped. "Why don't you guys leave me alone — why is this important?" It's an intriguing question.

Might the typically veteran-heavy Best Director category find itself filled with four men who've never been nominated here before? We say yes—if, that is, Oscar voters are over Ron Howard.