The Day I met Timothy Hutton

Sticking with the theme of Sundance this week, here is my favorite interaction with an actor.

It was 15 years ago and Sundance was much smaller as I have mentioned.  My friends and I parked by a 7-11.  I got a Super Big Gulp to drink while waiting in line.  I drank it all in about fifteen minutes.

I realized I had made a possible mistake drinking 32 oz. right before sitting down for two hours.  So I decided to find out how long the movie was.  (I didn’t have a film catalogue.)

I asked an usher.  He didn’t know.

I asked the guy at the door in the Sundance coat.  He didn’t know.

I asked the girl who took my ticket.  She didn’t know.

So I go out to the lobby and I see Timothy Hutton.  (I recognized him.  How could I not?)

I think, “HEY! This is his movie.  HE would know.”

So I walk up to him and say, “How long is your movie?  Because I just drank a Super Big Gulp and I need to figure out if I’m gonna be ok.”

He turned to his assistant.  “Super Big Gulp?”

Assistant, “Really big soda.”

He turns to me, “Go the bathroom now.  This is a great movie and you really don’t want to miss it.”

So I did.

And he was right.  It was hilarious.

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6 responses to “The Day I met Timothy Hutton

  1. Love it!!!

    • It’s almost as good as yelling to Michael Stipe from the nosebleeds that I’m in love with him. Never replied by the way.

  2. Tracy Purdy

    What movie?

    • Here’s the problem. I can’t find it. I’ve looked and looked. I’m not sure if it wasn’t picked up and so it’s not on IMDb. It brings the story down a notch, doesn’t it?

  3. Elena Aitken

    Awesome story! I love that you did it that and I can totally picture it. 🙂

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