non-TIFFness

Hey…there’s shit going on in the world not related to the film festival. Huh. I wasn’t aware.

For example, the pope has been trashing Canada, scolding us for having the audacity to “exclude God from the public sphere.” I would counter by saying that the pope should really exclude his head from his own ass.

Then there’s the sad news that The Rheostatics are breaking up. I can hear M2 weeping from here. Even more than the Tragically Hip, the Rheos are the quintessentially Canadian band. I’ll miss their annual and epic fall/winter nationals at the Horseshoe.

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I finished watching a (non-TIFF) documentary this morning called Twist Of Faith (imdb | rotten tomatoes). A 30-something firefighter from Toledo, OH finally opens up about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his priest twenty years earlier, and the betrayal he feels by the church he still tries to love, and Kirby Dirk takes us along. You see Tony Comes try to deal with what happened, explain things to his 9-year-old daughter, fight to save his own marriage, wrestle with whether or not to attend his daughter’s first communion, and deal with the shock of moving into a new house only to discover that the abusive priest lives five doors away. He also discovers resentment from his friends about his decision to sue the diocese, his mother’s divided loyalty between her son and her church, and deceit from the various church officials who lie about the number of accusations over the years. Tony Comes was a time bomb, and the documentary captures a sample of the inevitable eruption.

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OK, I can’t let a post go by without something about the festival. As much as I love the TIFF, there are unsavoury parts. As far as I can tell there are four main species of people who attend the festival:

  1. The folks who buy tickets for a few movies…maybe 2, maybe 5, maybe even 8-10 (if they get, say, the Visa Screening Room package). They know the quality of the films, or even the festival itself, and they want to watch a few good flicks and take part in the atmosphere that’s created in downtown Toronto for 10 days. This is basically how we started out: slowly eased into it and fell in love with it.
  2. The fans who go hard. They book anywhere from 10 to 50 movies and take time off work, sometimes even travelling to Toronto just to attend. They may be fans of a particular genre, or they may be generalists. These are the poor tired bastards you see in line, looking around frantically for a Starbucks to get one last espresso shot before heading into the Midnight Madness rush line. They’re the heart of the festival.
  3. The press and industry people. Sometimes they’re enthusiastic critics, sometimes they’re wanks on their cell phones looking for a deal or wondering why other people don’t seem to realize how famous they are. Those two groups don’t really mix — the film-loving critics have more in common with group #2 than with the industry wanks — but they all have special badges and special lineups, so it’s easier to classify them this way.
  4. The lowest form of life at the festival: the starfuckers and autograph seekers. The thirty year old little girls who go into hysterics at the sight of Brad Pitt. The losers who stake out the back entrance of the theatre because getting someone’s autograph is more important than watching their movie. The poseurs who yell into their cell phones, requesting entry to tonight’s after-party while applying more product to their hair or adjusting their Gucci sunglasses. The celebrity gossip reporters on the constant, urgent hunt for more boldface.

The first three groups are what make the festival endearing and worthwhile. The last group is just a necessary evil.

[tags]pope vs. canada, rheostatics, twist of faith, tony comes, tiff species[/tags]

My kingdom for an "alert and knowledgeable citizenry"

Tonight Nellie and I watched Why We Fight (imdb | rotten tomatoes), a documentary about the American military industrial complex. At least, that’s how it started out, centering around Dwight Eisenhower’s 1960 farewell address, but it veered off to a few different topics, some of which were related to the main thesis only indirectly, if at all. The kid who joined up after his mother died, had little to do with anything, except perhaps to make the viewer seem anxious that such a twitchy kid would ever carry a firearm. The retired New York cop whose son died in the World Trade Center represented the general national anger and desire for revenge, ultimately manipulated by the Bush administration for its own purposes, but director Eugene Jarecki wasn’t really able to tie that to the central theme: that America is pushed into war because of the close relationship between the Pentagon, the armaments companies, Congress and (more recently) the Washington think tanks. The military budget — at $750 billion annually — is the single largest discretionary spend in the government’s budget. As one interviewee put it, when war is that profitable, you can be sure there will be more of it.

One of the more interesting aspects of the film is Dwight Eisenhower himself. The man was Supreme Allied Commander of Europe in WWII, was head of NATO and had served as a Republican president for eight years during the Cold War. Given all that, I’ve always found it interesting that he called so vehemently for the careful monitoring of what he dubbed the “military industrial complex” and asked citizens, in his farewell address, to remain vigilant against it lest it garner too much power. He once expressed worry at what would happen if someone ever sat in White House who understood the military less well than he, a fear that now seems well-founded indeed. Eisenhower understood the fear of standing armies, but probably accepted the present-day need for them; what worried him was the influence commercial concerns had on military policy, and the sacrifices that the accelerated and unnecessary spending would entail. He himself made speeches pointing out what could have been bought for the cost of one bomber…how many schools, how many hospitals, how many homes, and so on.

Had Jarecki stayed on this topic I think the documentary would have been even more powerful, but it instead moved on to next part of the theory: that, in order to sustain military spending, the government colludes with armaments manufacturers to seek out war. Every president eventually deploys the military to safeguard America’s interests in some part of the world or another, usually under the guise of defending freedom or spreading democracy, but in fact for much less noble reasons. Jarecki jumps back and forth between blaming this on the military industrial complex and neo-con plans for world domination; regardless of the specific cause, it happens, and it’s as predictable a pattern as one could imagine. Skipping over Grenada, Panama, Chile, Iran and dozens of others, we see a little more background on Saddam Hussein: how, as we all know, America propped him up when he opposed Iran, but in 1991 when he invaded Kuwait and threatened Saudi Arabia, the campaign began to portray Saddam as the devil himself. Even in 2003, when the media had twelve years to do a little research, the fact that he was a former ally was not mentioned. The message had to go out: he was a madman, bent on destroying America; he had always been a madman, and was suddenly the most pressing security concern on the planet. Evidence was manufactured to support this decision, and America chanted, “Oceania is at war with Eastasia! Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia!”

As you may have guessed from my last comment, I’ve just finished reading 1984. This film — describing in such depressing detail the propaganda methods Orwell described so many years ago — was just one coincidence I experienced within days of finishing the book. I also happened across this essay by Orwell on what compelled him to write, and this Salon article about Yevgeny Zamyatin’s book We, a dystopian novel in the same vein as 1984. Despite the eerie accuracy of 1984‘s detail, I never bought its central premise: that a political body would seek power only to have power, and to keep it only within their totalitarian grasp. I fancied this, in itself, a form of communist elitism that ran counter to human nature, and which would collapse on itself. I suppose the thought that we’re too corrupt to ever completely dominate each other was almost reassuring, until I watched Why We Fight. It reminded me that domination can happen quietly, spurred on and steered by the very capitalist human nature which, in my estimation, protects us from Orwell’s imagining of the future.

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. Doublethink doesn’t just exist; it’s available for half price.

House of D

This weekend we watched a movie called House Of D (imdb | rotten tomatoes), a well-intentioned film that just didn’t have any impact. At least, not on me; Nellie liked it a lot.

It was about the childhood of an artist, played by David Duchovny, who grew up with Robin Williams (doing his best Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man impression) as his best friend. There was all kinds of potential there, and it hit a few funny parts, but the movie was just too uneven. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but I think Nellie would.

[tags]house of d[/tags]

"It's your fantasy; I'm Canadian."

Last night, tired and slightly bummed about our film festival lottery placement, we stayed in and watched a couple of Zip movies:

  • I’m Not Scared (imdb | rotten tomatoes) has been sitting on our shelf for a couple of months, and we finally got around to it. We both really liked it; it was interesting and well told, and the cinematography was amazing…it just cried out for a high-definition TV. Highly recommended.
  • Childstar (imdb | rotten tomatoes) wasn’t quite as good, but it was still a decent 90-minute distraction. I think Don McKellar can just do no wrong for me, and the same pretty much goes for Jennifer Jason Leigh (who, by the way does NOT look 44). A nice little dig at the film industry as well. Not bad.

[tags]i’m not scared, childstar[/tags]

A biiiiiiiiiiiig cut

Politicians often say stupid things. This is news to precisely no one. Some politicians occasionally say very stupid things, the sort late-night talk show hosts make fun of for a few days. Once in a while a politician will say something stupid and offensive, in which case they often resign.

Once in a while, though, a politician will say not one, but several things so profoundly stupid that you skip right over mockery and go straight to pity and bewilderment. Witness the latest: Katherine Harris, who can’t even get Florida Republicans to back her (even after she helped pilfer the 2000 election). She had this to say:

  • Separation of church and state is “a lie we have been told”;
  • Separation of church and state [is] “wrong because God is the one who chooses our rulers.”;
  • “If you’re not electing Christians, then in essence you are going to legislate sin”;

Zowie! Well…it’s obvious she’s trying to a) generate some publicity through controversy, and b) guarantee herself at least the wingnut vote which, in Florida, is not inconsequential. It can’t go anywhere, though; even Florida conservatives won’t go down those roads. She’s down 16-0 in the bottom of the ninth, and she just wants to put one run on the board so she doesn’t get shut out. This is what’s known as “swinging for the fences.”

What might bug me the most is that the immediate reaction was one of “that’s not fair to Jews.” And it wasn’t, certainly, but it’s a little bigger than that, don’t you think? I mean, had she said, “If you’re not electing Christians or Jews, then in essence you are going to legislate sin,” would that have been ok?

All quotes from CNN.

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It looks like the Chuck Palahniuk novel Choke is coming to the big screen after all. I’ll be curious to see how much they tone it down.

[tags]katherine harris, wingnut, chuck palahniuk, choke adapted for big screen[/tags]

The sweet, dry hereafter

My wife, bored of writing about the condo only every few months, has set up a new blog with the intention of recounting more of her adventures (and TV watching habits, presumably). She’s also graduated to a real blog software: WordPress. Go say hello, ever’body.

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Today, as I hurried toward Summerhill station to escape the rain, I walked by Atom Egoyan and his wife Arsinée Khanjian (at least, I assume it was her; I didn’t get a good look) who’d ducked under some cover. They are both very tiny.

[tags]nelliedee, atom egoyan, arsinee khanjian[/tags]

"I believe God is a sadist, but probably doesn't even know it"

Forgot to mention a movie I finished watching yesterday: Cross Of Iron (imdb | rotten tomatoes), a Sam Peckinpah anti-war war movie from the late 70s. Although I hated the filming style, I liked the film itself. It’s not often you see an English-speaking film about German soldiers trying to hold off the Russian army in the last days of WWII, and there’s no semblance of blind patriotism or the nobility of war.

As I said, though, I hated the style. Or maybe it was just the transfer to the DVD that made it feel so ugly and choppy. If ever there was a movie crying out for Criterion treatment, this is it.

[tags]cross of iron, criterion[/tags]

"No one gets left behind! No one gets left behind!"

Last night I took a much-needed break from my term paper and took CBGB up on their birthday gift to me: dinner at Live Organic Food Bar , a vegan/raw food restaurant that’s sprouted in our old neighbourhood since we moved away. They’re being quite supportive of our long journey into vegetarianism, and thought a trip to a top-notch veggie restaurant would help ease the transition. And did it ever.

First of all, it’s a nice little spot; room for 20 or so inside and a back patio that we would’ve stayed on if it weren’t a bit too humid. The service is very friendly, casual and patient with first timers like us who kept making annoying remarks like “What the hell is mockzarella!?!” (which I still don’t have an answer to). The menu is 3 pages of liquids (including 5 types of organic beer) and a single page of food, the contents of which rotate every couple of weeks.

Let me preface the next part by saying that I really wasn’t sure what to expect. Anyone I talked to who’d been to Live was a vegetarian already, and I wasn’t sure if their expectations for a meal were the same as mine. In the end I was worrying needlessly; delicious food is delicious food.

We started with a raw food sampler: four small samplers which we cut into four pieces each, then swapped so everyone could share. I tried a little piece of what I think they said was dehydrated kelp or something, but it was really tangy (reminded me of the saltiness of dulce…which I guess makes sense) and tasty. Next up was some kind of cucumber cannelloni with a filling that I couldn’t place, but DAMN it was tasty. There was a pizza-ish dish with a dry crumbly crust & olives that was quite good, and some other morsel (which I can’t remember right now) that tasted…well, refreshing is about the only word for it. Tastes sweet and light, like summer. My palate isn’t really refined enough to describe it more than that.

Then came the mains: CB got what they called the geisha bowl, which was a huge bowl of rice, tofu, fresh vegetables, etc. She liked it (and had enough left over to take home). Nellie got some kind of enchiladas with mushrooms and other stuff that I can’t remember, ’cause I was busy with what GB and I (each) got: fried plantains with four flavours (an amazing spicy mango/pineapple chutney, guacamole, salsa and…something else that I couldn’t indentify but tastes fantastic) for dipping. I don’t remember liking guacamole (the last time I had it was 10 years in Ottawa, with my brother, at some Mexican place in the Glebe, I think), but this stuff was good. The mango stuff was ridiculous; I wanted a bottle of it to take home. Anyway, it didn’t look that much food, but I was nicely full by the time I finished.

Not too full for dessert, though. I’ve heard Live’s desserts are pretty good, considering they’re made without…well, pretty much everything. CB and I each got a piece of dense chocolate tart with coconut shavings; it was really thick (we referred to it as “the brick” for the rest of the night), and it was damn good. GB and Nellie, unfortunately, took a chance on what turned out to be an enormous slab of…well, fig. With some slightly sweet topping, but really, it was like eating a handful of creamy figness. They didn’t much care for it, and I didn’t like the bites I had. Lesson learned: always order chocolate when you have the option.

All in all, I had a fantastic meal. I experienced tons of new flavours and combinations, I left feeling satisfied but not bloated, and I didn’t even occur to me that I was missing something by eating a vegetarian meal. Highly recommended.

By the way, their website doesn’t actually seem to do anything, so here’re some reviews: Now Magazine | Eye Weekly | Toronto Life | Chowhound

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After dinner we walked down to the Cumberland theatre to see Little Miss Sunshine (imdb | rotten tomatoes), one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in months. My jaw actually hurt from laughing when we left. The previews made me think it would be one of those movies with slow, subtle humour; in fact, it ranged from that subtlety to outright slapstick in places. The characters were so well fleshed out and were played so well, the whole film just seemed to fall together perfectly. Easily one of the best films of the year. Highly, highly recommended.

[tags]live organic food bar, little miss sunshine[/tags]

One more reason to hate country music "artists"

I wanted to wait until she posted it herself before recounting the news that my friend MLS is now a mom. Congratulations to she, Ed and Kennedy!

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Man Of The Year looks pretty good.

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Ahem. Troy Lee Gentry, as you are a country singer, I have never heard your music. I know nothing about you, public or private. However, if this report turns out to be true, then I feel safe in saying that you, sir, are a cowardly, pathetic bag of shit. You also appear to have no neck. You fucktard.

[tags]baby kennedy, man of the year, redneck twat allegedly shoots helpless bear to compensate for tiny misshapen penis[/tags]