Monday, July 07, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Cadbury Mini Eggs and Chocolate Ice Cream
I have a new favourite snack.
I digress.
So after the fat induced shame spiral I decided to try and continue my film festival journal just about 5 months after I saw my last film. I'm partially inspired by the Chcolate and Mini Eggs and the fact that I had about four cups of coffee today and I'm not really sure I can close my eyes just yet. I'm all twitchy.
According to my TIFF 2007.xls file on Saturday September 8, 2007 I waited in the rush line for Juno. It was the only movie that I didn't get that I absolutely had to see. I didn't get Lust, Caution either, but I've noticed that I only like every other Ang Lee movie I see. So I went super early to sit and read in the rush line so I could get a seat on the ledge in front of the Ryerson theatre. I lucked out and ALL the talent came early, so while all the girls were squealing over Michael Cera I was on the ball enough to notice a guy was selling a ticket.
First, I would like to say I love the volunteers. They are fantastic, they work hard, they...stand all day. But seriously it was a very disorganized start - the talent was all "hey, I haven't seen you since the plane ride or the limo or the lineup outside! Let's mill around and chat" and all the squealing girls were running up to to them and taking pictures and Ben was there with the wife and all I could think was I have another movie in this theatre at 8:45 and I have some drinking to do after that and y'all are cutting into that time. Thank you Allison Janney and J.K. Simmons for sitting the f down like the professionals you are. Bless you.
And then it started. And I loved the credits. And I loved the song over the credits. And all I remember is laughing and crying and crying and laughing and smiling with Reitman when he brought the entire cast, the music guy, the costume chick and possibly a few other random people up on stage with him during the Q and A. Even the dumb question to Michael Cera about whether he took the GO train in was funny because Jason Bateman jumped in to say "no, but his parents did" making everyone laugh and smile again.
Loved it. Everything from Su-Chin, the least threatening pro-life protester ever (seriously watch Lake of Fire kids, those people are for real) to best friend Leah who is so gorgeous I wonder if she is going to pull a Scar-jo to Ellen Page's Thora Birch and will become the next big thing being fondled by Isaac Mizrahi on the red carpet. There's no point in talking about the movie now, it's made over a hundred million dollars now you've all seen it. And if you haven't seen it go. And if you have seen it and didn't like it, congratulations you are officially dead inside and have managed to prove the non-existence of the human soul. Hope you're happy- oh wait, you can't be, can you?
So after Juno, I ran out, ran around the building, marched right back in and sat down to see Nothing is Private, directed by Alan Ball of Six Feet Under fame, and starring my festival favourites, Aaron Eckhart and Maria Bello. And it was possibly the exact opposite of Juno. It is based on Alicia Erian's novel "Towelhead" and it was dark. Real dark. And only the second in a string of movies that week that involved a lot of inappropriate sexual advances on younger women by older men. It's weird, because just an hour earlier Juno managed to make the advances of a much older gentleman on a much younger woman kind of charming. The movie was good - but it had some scenes that kept me up that night. Or they would have if I hadn't gone out, drank my face off and had to wake up for a 9:30 AM movie.
I digress.
So after the fat induced shame spiral I decided to try and continue my film festival journal just about 5 months after I saw my last film. I'm partially inspired by the Chcolate and Mini Eggs and the fact that I had about four cups of coffee today and I'm not really sure I can close my eyes just yet. I'm all twitchy.
According to my TIFF 2007.xls file on Saturday September 8, 2007 I waited in the rush line for Juno. It was the only movie that I didn't get that I absolutely had to see. I didn't get Lust, Caution either, but I've noticed that I only like every other Ang Lee movie I see. So I went super early to sit and read in the rush line so I could get a seat on the ledge in front of the Ryerson theatre. I lucked out and ALL the talent came early, so while all the girls were squealing over Michael Cera I was on the ball enough to notice a guy was selling a ticket.
First, I would like to say I love the volunteers. They are fantastic, they work hard, they...stand all day. But seriously it was a very disorganized start - the talent was all "hey, I haven't seen you since the plane ride or the limo or the lineup outside! Let's mill around and chat" and all the squealing girls were running up to to them and taking pictures and Ben was there with the wife and all I could think was I have another movie in this theatre at 8:45 and I have some drinking to do after that and y'all are cutting into that time. Thank you Allison Janney and J.K. Simmons for sitting the f down like the professionals you are. Bless you.
And then it started. And I loved the credits. And I loved the song over the credits. And all I remember is laughing and crying and crying and laughing and smiling with Reitman when he brought the entire cast, the music guy, the costume chick and possibly a few other random people up on stage with him during the Q and A. Even the dumb question to Michael Cera about whether he took the GO train in was funny because Jason Bateman jumped in to say "no, but his parents did" making everyone laugh and smile again.
Loved it. Everything from Su-Chin, the least threatening pro-life protester ever (seriously watch Lake of Fire kids, those people are for real) to best friend Leah who is so gorgeous I wonder if she is going to pull a Scar-jo to Ellen Page's Thora Birch and will become the next big thing being fondled by Isaac Mizrahi on the red carpet. There's no point in talking about the movie now, it's made over a hundred million dollars now you've all seen it. And if you haven't seen it go. And if you have seen it and didn't like it, congratulations you are officially dead inside and have managed to prove the non-existence of the human soul. Hope you're happy- oh wait, you can't be, can you?
So after Juno, I ran out, ran around the building, marched right back in and sat down to see Nothing is Private, directed by Alan Ball of Six Feet Under fame, and starring my festival favourites, Aaron Eckhart and Maria Bello. And it was possibly the exact opposite of Juno. It is based on Alicia Erian's novel "Towelhead" and it was dark. Real dark. And only the second in a string of movies that week that involved a lot of inappropriate sexual advances on younger women by older men. It's weird, because just an hour earlier Juno managed to make the advances of a much older gentleman on a much younger woman kind of charming. The movie was good - but it had some scenes that kept me up that night. Or they would have if I hadn't gone out, drank my face off and had to wake up for a 9:30 AM movie.
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