Halcyon

Today’s our “breather” day…we took the day off, and have no films until tonight, so we’ve spent the day sleeping in, relaxing, and doing a few errands. I got my hair chopped off and finished off the last little bit of work for my international business course while Nellie confirmed all the reservations for our upcoming Rockies trip. Tomorrow it’s back to work during the day and films each night (‘cept Friday) and then I’m back at school for a week. Once I’m back I’ll have to investigate what to see and do between Banff and Jasper.

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After a friend mentioned the Atlantic Film Festival I had a look at the website. I wish they’d had the festival when I lived there. Or maybe they did and I just didn’t pay attention to stuff like that. Or I didn’t have the money anyway. Or I didn’t appreciate festival-type films. Anyway, if anyone in Halifax reads this, I’d encourage you to see a few films and support the festival. Just be sure to skip Candy.

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Am I the only one who was repulsed by the network news coverage of what felt like…well, like nostalgia for 9/11? Not for the attacks themselves, obviously, but for the newsworthiness of that day? News networks seem to look back at September 11, 2001 as their finest hour, and can’t wait to hit the replay button whenever the opportunity — especially an anniversary — presents itself.
[tags]quiet time, atlantic film festival, 9/11 nostalgia[/tags]

Diggers (5/10), Blindsight (9/10) and Fay Grim (8.5/10)

I shall have to make these reviews brief, as I am both tired and stuffed. You’ve been warned.

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We started the day with Diggers (tiff | imdb) at the Cumberland, a light-hearted drama/comedy about New England clam diggers and their small-town goings on. It was a pleasant little movie, neither memorable nor offensive. It did seem like a dreadful waste of such a talented cast (Paul Rudd, Lauren Ambrose, Ron Eldard, Maura Tierney, Josh Hamilton and Ken Marino) though. Not a bad way to start the day, but nothing to set my world on fire either.

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We dashed out of there to get in line for Blindsight (tiff | imdb) and scarf down gooey, sugary treats. The screening started quite late, thus blowing any chance we had of staying for post-film Q&A if we wanted to make it to our third film of the day. Too bad, too; we really wanted to stay around and hear what the “stars” had to say. The documentary was about six Tibetan blind children who, under the guidance of their German teacher and an American mountain climber (both also visually impaired) and some sighted climbers, attempt to ascend a 23,000 foot mountain next to Mt. Everest. The documentary also gets into a bit of the story behind each child; blind children in Tibet are treated as outcasts, as suffering for “transgressions in past lives” as the TIFF synopsis puts it. The story of the children’s paths to the school could be a documentary unto itself, and the life of their teacher — Sabriye Tenberken — could easily be another. Needless to say, the story of the climb was astounding and inspirational, and had the cinematography to match.

After the credits rolled the director called Tenberken and Erik Weihenmayer (the blind American climber) to the front, and the crowd gave them a long standing ovation. At that point we had to leave, which was too bad; one of the six children (named Kyila) was just arriving from Beijing, and arrived at the theatre just moments after we left, I suspect to another standing ovation. I’m sorry we had to miss it.

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But, the show had to go on, so we bolted from the theatre and into a cab. One very speedy ride later and we were in line at the Ryerson for Fay Grim (tiff | imdb). Once we got past the Jeff Goldblum fan funniness, found some seats in the balcony and waited through all the delays that I can only assume were from Jeff Goldblum and Parker Posey being harassed on the red carpet, director Hal Hartley made a few comments and started the show.

First of all, I don’t now why I haven’t heard of Hal hartley before. I think that perhaps he was making intelligent films before I knew what those were, so I hadn’t seen any of his work, including Henry Fool, the prequel to Fay Grim. However, after tonight, I believe I shall be renting a good chunk of his oeuvre. Fay Grim was a blast, a funny, tricky, off-balance (literally; nearly every shot was as crooked as 60s-era Batman) bottle rocket that reminded every one what a genius Parker Posey really is. The only reason I didn’t give the film a 9 or 9.5 out of 10 was because, for the last third or so it took a very slow and serious turn, and so the humour and style of the first two acts disappeared. This was necessary to set up the third film, which Hartley all but guaranteed would eventually come, but it left the film on a bit of a downturn. Still, it was tremendous art.

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Not a bad day at the festival. We’ve now see 9 of our 13 films; tomorrow we have most of the day off to relax. Or, in my case, to get a haircut and submit my final bit of work for this course.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, diggers, blindsight, sabriye tenberken, erik weihenmayer, fay grim[/tags]

Who has a crush on Jeff Goldblum? [UPDATED]

We were in line just in front of Jeff Goldblum climbing out of a limo. Some girl, who was obviously a fan, came running frantically from the other side of the line to shake his hand, but instead he grabbed and hugged her while her friend took a picture. A comical picture too, as it looked like her eyes were about to pop from their sockets and fall into her gaping mouth.

Downside: no sign of Parker Posey.

Aside: I love the signs on the Ryerson washroom doors that ask “Are you concerned about this washroom?” Uh, yes, but probably not for the reason you’re asking about…

UPDATE: Parker Posey was there after all. In fact, some guy in the audience asked her out.
[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, fay grim, jeff goldblum[/tags]

2 down, 1 to go

We had to skip out of the post-Blindsight (which was amazing) Q+A to make it to our final screening. A kickass cabbie got us from the Manulife Centre to the end of the Ryerson lineup in under 4 minutes, at rush hour no less. We’re scarfing down a bite to eat as I type this; we’re both starving since all we had to eat for lunch was a Starbucks brownie. Festival diets rock!

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, blindsight[/tags]

One down, two to go

We just left the screening of Diggers (which was ok, but not great) and scooted over to the Varsity. I’ve plopped myself in the line for Blindsight, which we’re quited excited about. The trouble will be making it from here to Ryerson for Fay Grim. We only have an hour from the end of one to the start of the other, so we’ll either have to skip any Q+A at the former or get crap seats for the latter.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, diggers, blindsight, fay grim[/tags]

Five years ago

At this time five years ago I was standing at the McDonald’s on Bloor buying some lunch. Our manager had sent us home since no one could possibly be expected to concentrate. The film festival headquarters used to be based in midtown, so a whole crowd of volunteers, industry people and American visitors were at the McDonald’s watching the coverage. Some were calling people back in New York, others were trying to find ways home. I went back to my apartment on Spadina and tried to absorb it.

Hard to believe it’s been five years.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival[/tags]

Kurt Cobain: About A Son (9/10)

Tonight we watched the world premiere of Kurt Cobain: About A Son (tiff | imdb | myspace), and it wasn’t at all what I expected. I guess I didn’t read the description that closely, because I expected a straightforward documentary. It was anything but.

The film, directed by A.J. Schnack, consisted of three threads: extensive audio interviews between Kurt Cobain and writer Michael Azerrad, footage filmed in the towns where Kurt spent his life, and music (some original score, some licensed songs…though no Nirvana songs) by Steve Fisk (who produced some of Nirvana’s music) and Ben Gibbard (of Death Cab For Cutie). There’s little question as to whether an audience would find audio interviews with Kurt Cobain compelling, and it’s safe to assume that two gentlemen with the pedigree of Fisk and Gibbard would produce a memorable soundtrack (and they did; the songs they picked and the score they used to tie it together — and especially to end the film — were perfect), but the real key was the cinematography. Creating visuals that could pull the reader along on the thread of Kurt’s words, or that could create beauty of their own, was the only way to make this format work, and Wyatt Toll did it perfectly. The time lapse footage, the waterways and lumberyards of Aberdeen and Olympia, the faces of students at his old high school, the still photos of Kurt by Charles Peterson…there was no break, no let down, no lapse in attention for the whole 96 minutes.

Schnack was very emotional as he introduced the film, but he needn’t have been. It was nearly perfect. In the Q&A after the film Azerrad said it felt like closure to share the interviews with us, after losing Kurt more than a decade ago. It felt that way for a lot of us tonight.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, kurt cobain about a son[/tags]

Speaking of group #4…

We just walked through Yorkville to line up for our next film. There must be someone famous eating dinner at Sassafraz ’cause there are a load of people standing outside with cameras. One woman actually stopped in the middle of the street — causing a huge line of traffic to pile up — while she talked to two plastic girls on the sidewalk. And sitting in the passenger side: a giant poodle. She might as well have painted “cliche” on her hood.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival[/tags]

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]

Candy (2/10)

Heroin junkies are tedious. So, when you go to see a movie about heroin junkies, all you can hope for that is that it makes the junkies a little less tedious. Candy (tiff | imdb) didn’t do that. In fact, it missed the one chance it had for an interesting angle: juxtaposing the ugliness of their addiction with the beauty of the leads, or their environs.

Everything this film tried to make tragic was ugly; everything they tried to make ugly was just weak. I gave it a 2/10 only because Heath Ledger and Geoffrey Rush made decent work of their roles. Avoid.

[tags]tiff, toronto international film festival, candy[/tags]