Plopped between the Globes and the SAGs, Sundance never really does have much hope of providing that level of sartorial entertainment — but for some reason, this year it felt ESPECIALLY dull. So I decided to go on a Crazy Hunt, and wade through the countless albums of Q&As and premieres and people in plaid shirts and Uggs to extract the best and brightest of the madness. Turns out there was some fug there after all — and even some occasional fab. It was just buried under the boredom. Thank God I have a virtual shovel.