Me and Orson Welles

When the line for Me And Orson Welles (tiff) started to move into the theatre and abruptly stopped for ten minutes, I knew what was happening: the stars had arrived. At the Ryerson the line crosses the red carpet, so when the limos pull up they stop the line and let the celebrity masturbation start.

I was well back in the line and didn’t see the arrival or star-walk down the media phalanx, but as I got closer I could hear it. I didn’t stop to see who it was all the teenage-girl shrieking was for, and I couldn’t remember who was in this movie except for Claire Danes, so it wasn’t until I got into a seat and checked the cast list that I realized who it was.

Zac Efron. Of High School Musical fame. Oh, splendid.

Right after I figured this out two girls in their late teens — maybe even early twenties — sit behind me and start gushing. “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod…he is, like, SO famous!!!” And so on. I’m thankful that there were more film fans than Efron fans in the theatre, since when director Richard Linklater was introduced, he got the biggest round of applause of the day (followed by Mr. Efron when he took the stage). Finally the film began.

The film was really quite good. It was set in New York in the 30s, and the first time on the big screen for the actor playing Welles, who did a great job. I actually felt a little bit sorry for Efron, since he just couldn’t keep up with the actors around him, but it didn’t ruin the film. I had to give Linklater credit for taking on a project like this, working from a book that seems awfully far from his usual work.

The Q&A afterward was an embarrassing string of questions to Efron from swooning girls (like the 12-year-old in front of me who pouted and practically beat her mother bruised when neither of them could get their camera working well enough to capture Zac’s dreaminess) and someone even asked Claire Danes about My So Called Life? Tragic. I left the theatre hoping to escape the swooning. Clearly I’d forgotten what I was seeing next.

B-

[tags]tiff, tiff08, me and orson welles, richard linklater, zac efron[/tags]

Rocknrolla

I was worried that we’d joined the line for Rocknrolla (tiff) too late. We were half an hour ahead of the screening, but the line at the Ryerson still stretched all the way down to Gould Street and wrapped around nearly to Victoria by the time we got in it. I was a little concerned about seats, since I was with two other people and we wanted to sit together, but we made it in and got seats with no problems. These friends were amused by the cries of “Yarrr!” when the anti-piracy message went up.

Since the film had made its big debut the night before at the Elgin, and the screening was before noon, we figured we’d get no glimpse of the cast or crew, but it turns out Guy Ritchie dragged himself out of his hotel room long enough to come down and introduce it for us. Nice of him.

I must say, I was pleased with the film. Arthouse cinema this was not. It was precisely what I’ve liked about Guy Ritchie films in the past: fast-paced, fast-talking, hard, violent, funny, gritty and sexy. I thought of it as a logical arc from Lock Stock to Snatch and then to here. Highly enjoyable, if you liked either of those films.

B-

Oh, and on the way out of the theatre HBO stopped my friend’s wife and asked if we’d liked to be interviewed. I wanted no part of it; she hemmed and hawed for a while but eventually decided no. I don’t like the fawning celebrity worship that’s (predictably and understandably) become part of the TIFF, but this was only to be my first little taste of it at the Ryerson that day.

[tags]tiff, tiff08, rocknrolla, guy ritchie[/tags]

-HBO

Waltz With Bashir

My first festival film of 2008 was Waltz With Bashir (tiff) at the Ryerson. It was a beautifully animated story about the director’s attempts to remember everything about his experiences in the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon. Conversations with friends, army colleagues and war footage were all transformed into this amazingly expressive animated world, and you were never entirely sure whether what you were seeing was meant to be real, or part of director Ari Folman’s imagination. Throughout the film, as he uncovered what was real, we were taken right along with him, right up to the jarring final scenes.

After the screening Folman was asked why he chose animation as the medium for this story. He said he could imagine it no other way, as it was a pastiche of memories both real and imagined, and anyway so little footage of that time existed. I couldn’t help but wonder what Air India 182 would have been like had they chosen this route? I think films like Waltz With Bashir and Persepolis prove that emotion can be conveyed in animation; it should be used more to describe this space between fact and imagination.

A-

[tags]tiff, tiff08, waltz with bashir[/tags]

Get some!!

Sorry, I’ve been reading too much Generation Kill and I keep talking like a marine. Screwby.

Haven’t had time yet to blog about the first two films I’ve seen. Had a bit of a work emergency that I think I managed to unfuck (sorry…there I go again) but it left me with zero time to blog. I’ll get there, I promise.

One interesting note: today, when leaving RocknRolla HBO asked to interview us. Knowing how I look on camera, I politely declined. By which I mean I hid behind my friend mblogler.

[tags]tiff, tiff08[/tags]

Poems and Rhymes From Around the World

Little too tired to blog much today. Didn’t get home from work until 8:30 and it was a crap day. All the more reason, I guess, to be excited about the first TIFF film I’ll be watching about 23 hours from now. I kick things off with Waltz With Bashir (tiff), ’cause nothin’ says “film festival” like an animated war documentary subtitled in Hebrew.

I don’t know how blogging is going to go, especially during the first few days. This Saturday and Sunday are my heaviest — 4 films each day, with MIdnight Madness both nights — so there might be some radio silence. I’ll probably mutter inanities on twitter while waiting in line, and try to save the blog for reviews and more substantial observations than “in line at ryerson again need to pee”. I’ll have my teeny tiny laptop with me so if I have a break between screenings and can locate some free wi-fi, I’ll do my best to keep up.

In other film news: yet another Chuck Palahniuk book coming to theatres near you. According to Paste casting for Lullaby is already underway, and Choke doesn’t even come out for another three weeks. I liked Lullaby more than Choke, so I wait with bated breath.

[tags]tiff, chuck palahniuk, midnight madness[/tags]

We're in line for Bel Biv DeVoe tickets. Want one?

Yet another beautiful, sunny day in Toronto. We both slept in, got some breakfast and then made for the ticket pickup line at Yonge & Dundas. It was a monster, going all the way around two sides of the block and halfway down the third. We stayed in line for about half an hour before Nellie sent me home to work on…um, work. She was in line for more than an hour after that, giving me time to finish off at least some of what needed to be done.

A note about lineups: few things bother me more than when random strangers stop and ask why people are lining up. Not festival-goers asking if they’re in the correct TIFF line, mind you; that’s common, and quite necessary. No, I mean the people who are appalled at the very idea of not being in the know about some kind of organizing function on Yonge Street, and who demand to know what it is, perhaps so they can join in, perhaps so they can assuage their fragile ego that no, that’s not something they wish to attend, so they don’t have to go home and weep gently at not having been invited. Wankers.

Anyway. Once she got home we went back out to enjoy some more of the day (standing in the shadows of Toronto Life square waiting for an envelope does not a nice summer day make) and walked down to HTO park. It’s hell ass balls hot outside, so after walking all the way down there we decided to stop at Smokeless Joe on the way home, for shade & beer & and food. We got all three, and it was very very good.

Back to TIFF: I’m happy to see that one of the films I’ll be seeing — Slumdog Millionaire by Danny Boyle — is generating good buzz at Telluride. Hopefully it’ll offset the less flattering reviews I’ve heard about Rian Johnson’s latest The Brothers Bloom.

[tags]tiff, tiff08, hto park, telluride, slumdog millionaire, the brothers bloom[/tags]

23 boxes = closer than you might think

My first time picking 30 film festival movies went better than I could have expected. Not only did I get all 30 tickets without missing any, but I got my first choice in every case. Here’s the final list:

  • Waltz with Bashir
  • RocknRolla
  • Me and Orson Welles
  • It Might Get Loud
  • Sauna
  • Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist
  • Religulous
  • Deadgirl
  • Is There Anybody There?
  • Slumdog Millionaire
  • Zack and Miri Make a Porno
  • Not Quite Hollywood
  • New York, I Love You
  • Het Zusje van Katia
  • A Christmas Tale
  • Flash of Genius
  • Er Shi Si Cheng Ji
  • The Brothers Bloom
  • The Hurt Locker
  • Leonera
  • Martyrs
  • Fifty Dead Men Walking
  • Synecdoche, New York
  • Tokyo Sonata
  • Acolytes
  • El Cant dels Ocells
  • L’Instinct de Mort (Formerly Mesrine)
  • Domovoy
  • Bajo Suelos Ricos
  • Miracle at St. Anna

I like that list. I like the mix of bigger, more popular releases and small international titles.

I didn’t realize this when I was picking them out, but the Ryerson is easily the most frequent theatre for my viewings. In fact, 11 of my first 12 screenings are there! Fine by me, since the Ryerson and the AMC are the closest theatres to my place. Here’s my breakdown by theatre:

  • Ryerson 19
  • AMC 5
  • Scotiabank 3
  • Varsity 2
  • Isabel Bader 1

Note the absence of the Cumberland (they were all but shut out this year), and the paltry number at the Varsity. In years past I’d have spent most of my time at the Varsity and seen at least one or two at the Cumberland. The inexorable march downtown continues, I guess.

Now I have five days to relax before the games begin. Must buy Gatorade, nutrigrain bars and an ass pillow…

[tags]tiff, tiff08[/tags]

Just call me sweetbuns

I’ve just gotten back to the city after a few days at my boss’s cottage up north. Work thing…get some people out of the office for a couple of days to actually think about some stuff instead of just putting out fires. And bond a little too. My boss made ridiculous amounts of ridiculously good food (lot of ridiculous going on up there, including the above-captioned nickname) and it was nice to wake up next to a lake again.

But now I’m back, and have returned to film festival news. We were in box 32 of 78 (thanks baby!) and they appear to have drawn box #9 in the lottery. I think that puts us in pretty good shape. With 30 films I suppose I’ll miss one or two, but I’m feeling pretty good about it. Now I just have to wait for the email…

[tags]tiff, tiff08[/tags]

TIFF picks, or: a fool's hope

OK, I think I have this sorted. Here’re my choices (first / second) for the thirty films:

  1. Waltz with Bashir / JCVD
  2. RocknRolla / Delta
  3. Me and Orson Welles / One Day You’ll Understand
  4. It Might Get Loud / Vinyan
  5. Sauna / More Than A Game
  6. Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist / Il Resto della notte
  7. Religulous / Three Blind Mice
  8. Deadgirl / The Burning Plain
  9. Is There Anybody There? / Afterwards
  10. Slumdog Millionaire / Voy a Explotar
  11. Zack and Miri Make a Porno / Genova
  12. Not Quite Hollywood / Hunger
  13. New York, I Love You / Disgrace
  14. Het Zusje van Katia / Den du frygter
  15. A Christmas Tale / At the Edge of the World
  16. Flash of Genius / Management
  17. Er Shi Si Cheng Ji / Flammen & Citronen
  18. The Brothers Bloom / Snijeg
  19. The Hurt Locker / Adoration
  20. Leonera / What Doesn’t Kill You
  21. Martyrs / Revanche
  22. Fifty Dead Men Walking / Gomorra
  23. Synecdoche, New York / Anonyma – Eine Frau in Berlin
  24. Tokyo Sonata / Uncertainty
  25. Acolytes / $5 a Day
  26. El Cant dels Ocells / Pontypool
  27. L’Instinct de Mort / The Dungeon Masters
  28. Domovoy / Control Alt Delete
  29. Bajo Suelos Ricos / Lymelife
  30. Miracle at St. Anna / The Other Man

Now I just have to fill out the form and cross my fingers.

[tags]tiff, tiff08[/tags]

TIFF: the most wonderful time of the year

I have now read through the film festival guide book and marked off the films I would like to see. This is my first year seeing 30, and I think I may not have been sufficiently adventurous. Seeing 30 films means picking 60 (you pick a 1st and 2nd choice for each ticket) and I don’t think I’ve marked 60 films that aren’t off-limits because of venue.

Nellie’s going through hers right now. We have to have them all selected by the end of the night since I’m leaving town tomorrow. Speaking of which…must pack.

.:.

More film news: they’re making not one, but two sequels (probably) to Hard Core Logo (imdb | rotten tomatoes). Time to grow hair again, Hugh Dillon.

[tags]tiff, tiff08, hard core logo[/tags]