"I've been in the business for like 2,000 years," Meg Ryan said when we hunted her down her at the Hollywood Life House after-party for her Sundance movie The Deal. Ryan had skipped the red carpet while her co-stars dealt with the press, and to find her we had to slip into the house undetected, evading three bodyguards, several clipboard-toting publicists, and co-star William H. Macy, and stand for 45 minutes behind a large Chinese urn clutching a large bunch of flowers while waiting for the precise moment to slip unnoticed into the cordoned-off room she was in. And there we were, face to face with the sweetly smiling blonde we remembered from When Harry Met Sally and other nineties romcoms. She sounded like a crotchety old man. "It's absurd," Ryan said, of making movies. "It's an absurd way to spend your time." But, she said, it's also rewarding. "There's a lot of really great, creative people," she said. "There's a lot of maniacs, idiots, too." Present company excluded, we're sure.