They just announced that, due to traffic problems, the stars were late arriving and the movie won’t start for “several more minutes”.

I wonder what kind of traffic problems they were referring to? Nyuk nyuk nyuk.

Ah, the Elgin Theatre, our spiritual film festival home. I’ve missed you. We’re just waiting for The Merchant Of Venice to get underway.

Undertow was good. Not great, good. More later.

Ok, so 4 hours of sleep doesn’t feel so good. At least we weren’t drinking. Anyway, with a little Tim Horton’s muffin in our bellies we’ll be right as rain. We’re now in line for Undertow. I no longer have any recollection of what this movie’s about.

I’ll try to post some actual reviews between movies and post-hockey game.

Man…that was one fucking scary movie.

Must sleep now.

Sitting in Ryerson Theatre now, waiting for Creep to start. I love Midnight Madness crowds.

I’ll post reviews tomorrow. Maybe. Whenever I find time.

We’re sitting at 7 West next to Liane Balaban and other people from her new movie 7 Times Lucky.

Update: Gord Pinsent, Tamara Hope and (presumably) other people from Saint Ralph were across the room.

2 tonight, 3 tomorrow and 2 on Sunday. I’m in line for Les Revenants as I type this, so I apologize for any formatting problems — these updates are coming from my Blackberry.

Our 2nd movie ends tonight around 2:30, and we have a 9:00 AM movie tomorrow. Pray for me.

…”Fairlee” by Matt Pond PA. I’m in real danger of burning myself out on the song.

A few hours ago I saw something disgusting, something that makes me hate cabbies even more than I did previously. An ambulance was speeding up Yonge Street, siren blaring, lights flashing. All cars in both directions pulled over, allowing the ambulance through the narrow stretch around Bloor. All cars, that is, except for the cab that decided to do a u-turn.

He had to know the ambulance was coming…the lights, the siren, the cars stopping all around. I guess he was trying to take advantage of the fact that oncoming cars were creating a gap in traffic and thought he might as well take advantage of the plight of the dying person to save himself the 45 seconds or so it’d take him to circle around the block.

So he began the u-turn and got pretty much perpendicular to the sidewalk, thus blocking both the south lane and the northbound ambulance. The ambulance, now fully stopped, began to squawk the siren. The cabbie gave him a dirty look, slowly put the car in reverse, backed up a bit, put it back in drive and slowly straightened out into the southbound lane. By this time a bunch of us were standing on the sidewalk, just in awe of the sheer asshattedness of the cab driver. While the ambulance lost probably, 10-15 seconds of total time because of this shithead, imagine how long those seconds must have felt to the person in the back of the ambulance, having a heart attack or bleeding to death.

I hate cabbies.

from Soulshine: Franz Ferdinand wins the Mercury Prize.

Sad. Two years from now nobody’ll have a fucking clue who Franz Ferdinand is/was.