9-10-2005
Yes, that’s right. I walked out of my first TIFF 2005 film this
afternoon! But before details on that, I must announce some exciting
(fest-wise) news: the Ryerson Theatre has been renovated and now has
BRAND NEW SEATS and fresh new carpeting! Gone are the decades-old seats
of last year, which were poorly padded (if at all), held together with
duct tape and completely uncomfortable. Now: cushy, unscathed,
Cineplex-quality red seats! It was all anyone in the theater could talk
about!
I’d also like to take this opportunity to appeal to
someone… anyone… working at the fest that they PLEASE inform Noah Cowan
that the word is “confiscated,” not “CONSFIcated.” He keeps publicly
mispronouncing it and he’s the co-boss of the entire festival! Twice
he’s introduced films I was seeing, and twice he said “consficated”
when rattling off the pre-screening list of rules. (Context: anyone
caught recording a pirate copy of any movie will have it confiscated.)
So, please, someone gently pull him aside and whisper the correct
pronunciation in his ear. He already has to struggle to tone down his
ADHD and apparent caffeine addiction, so why should he shoulder the
burden of, you know, not knowing how to say hard words right?
Okay, movies.
I started the day still basking in the afterglow of the magnificent
Imagine Me & You (yes, I found out it should be “&” not “and”),
despite being groggy because I was so W-I-R-E-D last night that I
barely slept. I tried to focus on the proceedings at hand this morning,
but my mind kept reverting to thoughts of “should I skip the Cate
Blanchett movie tomorrow and see Imagine… again?” (I think this
might actually happen. Yes, I know, I’m a nerd.)
My first film today was Mrs. Henderson Presents (6/8), a
comedy-drama set in pre-WWII London and directed by Stephen Frears. The
film stars Judi Dench as the titular wealthy widow, who’s bored and
decides to buy a theater. She hires a theater manager (Bob Hoskins) and
the two butt heads repeatedly as they prepare and execute a vaudeville
show. But when ticket sales start to drop, they devise a new plan:
nudity! That’s right, in the tradition of several fest films so far
this year, clothes come off and everybody’s soon naked! (This includes
Hoskins.) I must say, the penis is making quite a spectacle of itself
at TIFF 2005. This is the third film so far where it makes an
appearance.
Mrs. Henderson Presents starts off riotously funny, and I
thought for a while that it might wind up being a delightful theater
farce… but then it gets more poignant about 2/3 of the way through, and
soon enough I was all teary. But I enjoyed it very much. Dench and
Hoskins have AMAZING chemistry and comedic timing, and I’ll be buying
the film’s supremely boppy soundtrack the minute it hits stores.
Up next was L’Enfer, the new film from Danis Tanovic
(No Man’s Land). Now, I’m partly to blame for my inability to
understand what the hell this movie was about because I forgot to
refresh my memory by reading the program book before leaving my
apartment this morning. So I arrived at the screening unable to
remember anything about this movie other than the fact that it co-stars
Emmanuelle Béart. Tanovic attended the screening and told the audience
(in his brief intro) that he hoped we were all still there by the end,
because the film was, and I quote, “difficult to watch.” I immediately
wondered what kind of depravity or violence would ensue, and assumed
that, at some point, a penis would probably appear onscreen.
Not so much. Turns out, the film is “difficult to watch” because it’s
incredibly BORING. And overwrought. And plagued by an overwhelming
musical score that becomes almost comical in its efforts to set the
tone. Based solely on the music, I kind of think this might have been a
horror movie. Or a thriller. Or a tragedy. I really have no idea. It
has something to do with four women (turns out, it’s a mother and three
grown daughters) all coping with bad relationships (with a parent, with
an unfaithful spouse, with a creepy professor). Why? Couldn’t tell you.
I sat through an hour of the movie and, when I realized I could not
name a single character, didn’t know who was related to whom or how,
and didn’t care at all how the movie would end, I decided to pack it
in. Festival walk-out number one! L’Enfer? This movie should
have been called L’Ennui! (insert rimshot!)
As a result of my premature departure from that film, I had a little
extra time before the next, and unwisely opted for a Happy Meal at
McDonald’s en route. It was filling enough, but not something I want to
have again anytime soon. I did save the cookies for later, though.
Then… Catherine Keener time! That’s right, baby, live and in person! I
queued up for my last film of the day, Capote, which was
making its world premiere at… three in the afternoon?!?! Yep. But I
didn’t care, as long as Catherine and I were in the same space!
And we were! (OMG!!) These filmmakers knew how to pull out all the
stops for their world premiere, and brought along a HUGE gaggle of
participants. Several producers, screenwriter (and actor) Dan
Futterman, the cinematographer, the composer and all three principal
actors – Philip Seymour Hoffman (looking adorable!), Clifton Collins
Jr. (who plays killer Perry Smith), and… *sigh*… Catherine Keener,
looking stunning! Sadly, no comments from the cast on stage, just a
smile and a wave before being ushered to their seats. Alas.
The movie itself was okay, if a little sterile and slow. It tracks
Truman Capote through the process of writing In Cold Blood, and
examines his relationship with Smith as he looks for information on the
killings. But that’s about it. Hoffman makes a great Capote, but the
story didn’t grab me. Catherine Keener’s supporting role, as Harper
Lee, is key but relatively small. I liked it, I guess, but was kind of
underwhelmed overall.
That was it for movies today. Every screening for tonight was sold out,
so I called it a day at a pathetic 5:30pm. Before heading home, though,
I decided to make a pit stop in the Four Seasons area again. There were
a number of Big Fat Premieres tonight (including Brokeback Mountain,
A History of Violence and Elizabethtown), so I thought
mayhaps some celebs might be lingering in the vicinity. And they were!
I was walking along Yorkville Avenue when I heard a small crowd start
screaming, and I turned in time to see Ed Harris getting into his car.
“OMG!” I thought. “He’s in Viggo’s movie! Maybe Viggo’s leaving for the
premiere, too!” This was going to be my chance to stalk Viggo for
Jennifer, for SURE! But no. He’d already left, or left through the
hotel’s other exit while I was looking at Ed. So no Viggo.
Tomorrow… well, tomorrow I might just see Imagine Me & You again.
February is still really far away, and I need some feel-good moviegoing
right now. We’ll see.
And what’s THIS???? Jodie Foster is in Toronto?!?! She was on the cover
of the Toronto Star today, and it seems the junket for her upcoming
film, Flightplan is taking place *here*, right now. Freaky.
Celebrity Sightings: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener,
Ed Harris, Dan Futterman, director Bart Freundlich (I *think*… it sure
looked like him!) and this guy who used to be on Saturday Night
Live, but whose name escapes me right now. (He was a bit player,
not a main cast member.)
Roger Ebert Sightings: Adding insult to injury, as I waited for
a possible Viggo sighting, I stood next to this guy on his cell phone,
who said, “Yeah! I just saw Orlando Bloom! And Roger Ebert! And I think
Carmen Diaz!” (Yes, folks, he called her “Carmen.”)
Line Buzz: Some good buzz for a film from Singapore called Be
With Me. So-so chatter about Takeshi Kitano’s Takeshis’, and
a lot of pre-screening advance buzz for Mistress of Spices,
which I’m seeing tomorrow night.
