Six years ago, before John Krasinski was John Krasinski, his crazy dream of filming the story collection Brief Interviews With Hideous Men was little more than just that.

The Informers features the nuttiest Sundance cast this side of Push: Billy Bob Thornton, Mickey Rourke, the late Brad Renfro, Winona Ryder, and, of course, Amber Heard's breasts. So what went wrong?

We've given you a heaping helping of overheard quotes from Sundance, but we'd remiss if we didn't mention the one we hear constantly about every single film here.

Twenty years after barging into Sundance with low expectations and leaving with a robust stake in festival mythology, Steven Soderbergh joined three-quarters of his sex, lies, and videotape cast for a rollicking anniversary screening.

1/20 — After this morning's screening of Brief Interviews With Hideous Men, there was JUSTIN KIRK shuffling along the front of the Racquet Club theater. Too bundled up, required a triple-take, but those accosting fans looking for pictures gave him away. I think he was supporting Julianne Nicholson, whom he starred with a few years back in Flannel Pajamas. They both wore a lot more clothes today. [Park City PrivacyWatch is written by and for Defamer readers at Sundance and beyond; send your sightings to tips@defamer.com.]

Warners heads Barry Meyer and Alan Horn issued a memo today breaking news that 10% of their workforce would be laid off. That's about 800, mostly accounting and IT personnel that keep the machinery running.

· Tights-friendly prettyboys Chris Evans and Brandon Routh join Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, playing two evil ex-boyfriends Michael Cera must defeat in order to win the woman of his dreams. [THR]

Wherein your loyal, frostbitten editors survey tomorrow's movie forecast today: Mostly cloudy, with strong industry winds and a 75 percent chance of cliché storms:

In Spencer Pratt fistfight, wrong person loses. [Star]

The soaring success of An Education is the worst-kept secret in Park City today, and novelist and breakthrough screenwriter Nick Hornby isn't about to let star Carey Mulligan hog all the Sundance-darling honors.

Sundance '09 has provided a voice to the indie-festival disenfranchised—from the ghetto-credulous Push to gay-prison-fantasia I Love You Phillip Morris—but the fest's bread-and-butter (straight-white-guy-social-misfits and the women who love them) were also well represented.

The third high-profile sale at Sundance — and perhaps the most foregone conclusion in town — occurred late Monday when Magnolia Pictures picked up the bromance-gone-batshit Humpday.

We've heard that in the real world, everyone is talking about some inauguration thing right now? Must be fun! Over here at Sundance, however, the conversations are just as cracked as they've ever been:

The Best Actress category may be easy to penetrate, but the Best Actor slot is still a tight squeeze. Wait, what? You all have dirty minds. Here are the likely nominees, you pervs:

It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles, but we were stranded in the scary area of Park City where some liar told us Joaquin Phoenix would be officially joining the Wu-Tang Clan.

While it's easy to get swept away in a Sundance snowdrift and forget the outside world, we're told some sort of changing-of the-guard is occurring at the capital—a reclamation, of sorts, of our nation's sexiness.

· Join Harry Shearer as he throws George W. Bush a going-away party at Largo. He'll perform selections from his Grammy-nominated album, Songs of the Bushmen.

Enough of those supporting actors and actresses—let's get to some bigshots! The Best Actress category could go five for five with A-list female stars, but is the most famous contender the likeliest to get shafted?

1/18 — Flying into Salt Lake outta LAX: Mr. Sundance himself STEVEN SODERBERGH and wife JULES ASNER (ahh the pre-Seacrest, E! glory years), and tokin', smokin', vampin', Joan Jettin' Twilight star KRISTEN STEWART.

Most of America has today off, but the stars never stop working on your future. Granted, the constellations might occasionally take a long lunch to return a dress, but they always feel guilty about it.