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It’s taken me several days to get a handle on TIFF this year. Between back to school hectic-ness and life in general, I’m afraid TIFF has had to take a back seat for MOAM!

But fear not, loyal readers, I still have updates for you! Be warned – I’m having some technical difficulties and I can’t bloody edit the size of the pictures. But does size really matter? Maybe not…

And so, without further ado…


He was smiling on the inside….

Triple-threat Ben Afflek was happy in the green room, despite his photo face. As he should be, because his flick was fantastic. Set during the Iran Hostage crisis, it centers on a crazy scheme hatched by Afflek’s character to get 6 Yanks out of Iran. We know it ends well, but we don’t know how. Talk about edge of your seat – I was shaking (and not just because it’s freezing in Roy Thompson Hall)! Sometimes I fall into the TIFF trap of liking films just because of circumstances (a nice star, a world premiere, a cinematically-dry summer etc) but with the audience erupting into spontaneous applause and the crowd on its feet by the film’s end, I knew I wasn’t alone.

And neither was Ben! He brought his wife along – magnifique! And tiny – don’t let the tabloids (or her hem in this photo) fool you. She is not “every woman”. Not even close.

Beauty & The Bling!

Also there were Alan Arkin – not just cranky onscreen; Bryan Cranston – kinda hot; and gentleman John Goodman, who tipped the bartender serving him his free drinks. Love that!


After the anxiety thrill ride that was Argo came What Maisie Knew, a modern spin on the novel by Charles Dickens. A young girl watches her parents’ relationship disintegrate. No helicopter parenting here! A slice of a movie, ok to watch but not worth racing to the theaters – if it makes it that far. The sets were amazing – beautiful decor, fabulous clothes. Is it terrible that was jealous of a 6-year old’s outfits?

Speaking of outfits…

Va Va Va Voom!

Look at Julianne Moore. So stunning. 51 years old for f&ck’s sake. 3 kids. Obviously she didn’t spend much time in the sun. Must’ve been on the treadmill…In fact, I did eavesdrop on her convo – all about working out. Stars ARE just like us, discussing their workouts! Only I think theirs last a whole lot longer/are more effective…

The other star who showed up for the film was none other than….Alexander Skarsgard.

Team Eric??

He is one tall drink ‘o water. And very very thin. He was the nice Eric Northman, not the menace. It’s quite a challenge to be photographed next to a 6’5″, reed-thin giant. Photogenics aside, I felt like he might break. And so, despite his on-screen appeal, after many years as a loyal member of Team Eric, I’m back to Bad Bill.

Short but sweet…

Saturday night brought festival fave David O. Russell to Roy Thompson Hall to screen his film, Silver Linings Playbook. I. LOVED. IT. Brilliant in every way, this is a movie to fall in love with. It brought down the house. Legit standing O. Bradley Cooper plays a recently-released psycho ward inmate trying to get his life – and his wife – back. Robert De Niro plays his OCD bookie poppa and Jennifer Lawrence plays a new-found pal with issues of her own. Chris Tucker’s in there too. Not a lot, but enough to crack you up.

Chris Tucker – first flick inaaaaages. Good choice!

In the movie, Jennifer Lawrence reminded me a bit of Juliette Lewis. She was fantastic, and seemed (appropriately!) older than her 22 years. Live – looks like a teen. Gorgeous.

Nice face, shame about the dress…

Bradley Cooper? Hot. But wasn’t so into the posing for pics. Had a full-on gang with him and insisted on being snapped with them. Yup, he’s that guy. The real life version of Vince from Entourage.

Coop, cropped.

You know it’s a hot hit when other stars flock to the film. Ewan MacGregor was there. I blinked and I missed him. But also slipping under everyone’s radar were Sam Taylor Wood and Aaron Johnson. Love these two who, together, are the Taylor-Johnsons. Nobody gave them a passing glance. Except me.

Poster children for May-Dec set….LOVE!

By far the nicest guy in the room was Robert De Niro. He chatted. He hugged. He posed.

Channeling Santa in nature as well…

I look a wee bit frightened, perhaps I had Cape Fear in my head. When he hides on/under the car? Shudder….But he was lovely.

The Reluctant Fundamentalist was up next. But we had to give it a miss. We did however, manage to snap its co-stars Kiefer & Kate. Jack Bauer didn’t leave his mother’s side. We should all have sons like him.

Such a good boy….

I’ve never been a fan of Kate Hudson’s. Always thought she forced it and was trying to be her mom. But I’ve changed my tune. She was friendly and funny and totally sparkled. A real stunner.

Just had a baby. WTF?!

Here’s my favourite pic of the night:

Are they looking at baby pics? Or meals?


September 11, 2012   No Comments



How do you top Brangelina/Clooney/U2 Friday?

With Canadiana Saturday.

First up, David Cronenberg’s “A Dangerous Method”. Everything about the movie was beautiful. From the cast to the sets to the magnificent antiques. Each scene gave us time to itemize the silver (that roll top! The match holder! The stemware!) and covet the costumes. Because this flick was slo-o-o-o-w. Michael Fassbinder was mesmerizing. And absent. Kiera Knightly, Viggo Mortensen and newbie beauty Sarah Gadon all showed up. It was, needless to say, a great looking green room with those 3 in it. Even if no one likes to smile for the camera.

Ooooh Viggo. So handsome.

Skinny stunner

In keeping with the Canadian vibe, it was a subdued, quiet room. For the most part.

Vigo and newcomer Sarah Gadon caught in a rare moment of levity

Next up was local darling Sarah Polley’s “Take This Waltz”. This is her follow up to the acclaimed “Away from Her” and she was quite nervous. But very cute, doing what every lady in the room was dying to do (no, not stalk Viggo!). She – ahem – waltzed in and kicked off her shoes.

Happy feet, happy girl.

As she headed off to calm her nerves and practise her speech, the movie’s stars filed in. Some of them.

Funny people.

I really liked this movie – tho’ heard a couple of philistines bashing it as they hit the streets. A very sensitive and astute story, it centres around a young married woman (Michelle Williams – not here) who falls for her (very hot) neighbour (Luke Kirby).

Smoldered on the big screen.

Just when we thought the story was over, it kept going. And going. And going. Interesting journeys with room for interpretation. The kind of flick you want to discuss afterwards. At least the ladies will. Except for one particularly sexy, fully clothed scene which you’ll probably want to think about privately.

Finally, who shows up to support his main man Seth? Why, Jonah Hill of course. Are they the newer, younger (leaner) Matt ‘n Ben? Not sure. But I have a newfound affection for Jonah Hill. It’s not like my “we’d be friends” connection with Matt Damon – I really do think we’d be friends. This one is more like, not really maternal, but like a concerned Auntie. First off, he introduced himself. As if I didn’t know who he was. And second, when I gushed over his performance – what? he was really really good in Moneyball! – and acknowledged that not many comedians can make that trek over to “serious actor” territory, he welled. Honest to goodness welling! Maybe he’s good at improv. Or maybe he’s just a sweetie. I’m hoping for the second.

Feeling like an Amazon with wee Jonah Hill


September 11, 2011   1 Comment



The Toronto Int’l Film Fest is baaaaaack. As am I, loud ‘n proud in the Roy Thompson Hall Gala Green room. Last year was awesome, lots of star-spotting, photo-bombing and good times had by all…What will this year bring?

So far, not much.

Except, maybe this:

Yes, those are cake pops

The U2 doc, “From the Sky Down” was being screened, both at RTH and at the Elgin Theatre. And 2 of the 4 lads from Dublin were on hand to work the red carpet. And the stage. At both venues, no less. But, alas, no sneak peeks inside the green room. They preferred to be where the streets have no name (I can’t help it) with the gen pop. And I kinda love them for it. They’d rather shake hands and sign pics than stand for photo ops with ministers and sponsors. Bravo! Also, to be honest, I wasn’t that bothered since Larry was a no show. It meant I could relax without fear of passing out. Or, um, throwing myself at him like a lunatic teeny bopper. See, I’ve had an unrealistic fan-girl crush on drummer boy Larry Mullen Jr for as long as I can remember. If he showed his face in the green room, I don’t know if I could keep it together. And by “it” I mean both my composure and my marriage!

Top of my Allowable-Adultery List.


Anyhoo, it was Bono and The Edge who came, saw and conquered Toronto. And don’t let the earnestness fool you – Bono is funny! “Watching this film is like finding out what’s inside a sausage. Once you know, you don’t want to eat it”. Granted, he used the same line at both venues but what the hell – he’s Bono, right?

Funny Front Man

The movie itself was interesting. Anyone looking for sensation won’t find it in this film. Instead of being too up-close and personal, it’s all about the artistic process: a thoughtful portrait of the band as they make “Achtung Baby” when – apparently- they almost broke up. To be honest, I didn’t really get a sense of urgency, nor did I feel that they were truly on the brink of break up. But I enjoyed it because I grew up with them. Loved’ em then, and love ’em now. Do I feel like we know them better after seeing the movie? Absolutely not. But throw in some old skool tunes and video footage and you can’t go wrong. I think it’s a musicians’ movie. Or my mother’s – she knows nothing of the band but loved it. And was rewarded with hugs and kisses from Bono. While I was stuck waiting by the car. With Edge.

His friends call him Edge. No "The".

OK. Not really with him. But with the cars. And the bodyguards. And the other screaming fans. Who actually got autographs….


September 9, 2011   3 Comments



I have seen the future of TIFF and its name is Bruce Springsteen.

Obviously I am not MOAM. I’m no Mother, but make no mistake: I am a Maven. It’s me, the special guest blogger – call me Mensch of all Mavens if you like.

The arrival of Bruuuuuce put the TIFF in a tizzy last night at the RTH. Intrepid photographers banned from the green room! Hallways cleared of fans and hangers-out & on. Michelle, the security guard, muttering expletives under her breath.

My Woman on the Inside, in grand Auntie Mame mode, got me and my sister (life-long Bruce fans, ok, fanatics) behind the velvet ropes and into the bowels of the Roy Thompson Hall. We weren’t expecting much – a glimpse, a handshake, a photo op. Denied. Such lock-down measures seemed fit for the President, but the Boss?

We did get ushered into front row seats, one row ahead of CTV’s Andria Case (Hey, MOAM name-drops. I’m just following the lead), and right next to a franco-reporter with way too much cologne on.

The screen showed us Bruce & Patti arriving on the red carpet. Maybe that’s why there were no photogs allowed in the green room. Patti does not look good in high def. (My sister was especially thrilled that she looks better than Bruce’s wife).

Though I’ve seen The Boss live in concert many times, I’d never been front row close. There he was: the rock star, the icon, the poet, and the SHORTY. Being of diminutive stature myself, I was thrilled. We’re not talking Prince pint-size, but we’re def talking “can’t reach the top shelf without a step ladder”.

The film, THE PROMISE: THE MAKING OF DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN was an amazing insight into the creative process. Not only singular to Bruce, but to the creative process in general. It’s hard to make art about making art (Sunday in the Park with Bruce?), but the movie succeeds.

Interesting: Bruce rarely looks at the camera in the modern-day interview sections. Maybe he’s camera-shy? Maybe it’s not just in the green room.

Don't look. Don't touch.


September 15, 2010   No Comments



A funny thing happened on the way to the Green Room….They stopped everyone from going inside. EVERYONE. No photos. No hangers on. No nothing. Why? Because the star of a documentary, here to do press for the film, about him, vanted to be alone. Not Brangelina. Not a Royal or any other visiting dignitary. Not Bill Gates. No, they closed the Green Room for…. Bruce Springsteen.

Huh? Isn’t he s’posed to be Mr Blue Collar Man o’ the People? Guess not. I don’t get it/him. He’s so not my Boss. To sit through a documentary about the making of Darkness of the Edge of Town? Was never gonna happen.

Let’s head into the Green Room – BEFORE the Springsteen lock down…


It’s the 60’s and the Cold War is in full swing. As are the Nazi-hunting operations of the Israeli Mossad. When 3 agents capture and kill the brutal and terrifying “Butcher of Birkenau” they become heroes…. But at what price? Movie is told in flashbacks where all is not as it seems… Lots of BOO! moments where you jump out of your seat. I always crack up with nervous laughter at those times, don’t you? Anyhoo, edge of your seat, espionage thriller. Not the best movie ever, but pretty good…

And in the room….Director John Madden who worked out of my office many many years ago while making Shakespeare in Love. While everyone in the place EXCEPT me worked on the film, he always went out of his way to be lovely. And he still is.

Ready for my close-up, Mr Madden...

Israeli actress Romi Aboulafia is a huge star back home in the Holy Land and was giving my mother pointers on where to go and what to eat when she heads over. Helen Mirren is as awesome as you’d expect. Speaks many languages, does all kinds of accents and is a real lady. Very professional. Looks fabulous and is fabulous. And then there was Sam Worthington. Had we been playing my favourite game of “Actor or Agent” I would’ve lost. Short? Check. Scruffy? Check. Not speaking to others in film? Check. Sounds like an agent, right? Wrong. His Aussie accent gave him away to me – but only because I knew he was in the film. Screen presence through the roof but live? Nothing. Perhaps he didn’t want to be there? Shoulda called Springsteen….

Close your eyes and you'll miss the MOAM photobomber in the middle!


September 15, 2010   No Comments



It’s not Live. Nor is it Monday. But I’m losing track. And getting sleeeeeepy. But better late than never. Right? RIGHT??

Here goes…

First up: POTICHE, which is Francais for Trophy Wife. Set in the late 70’s, Catherine Deneuve plays a bored housewife who must take over the family umbrella business – HER family – when striking workers cause her husband’s collapse. With a little help from her ex-lover, Commie MP Gerard Depardieu, she gets the place back on its feet – and then some. But old-skool hubby gets angry when he returns to find himself the trophy husband. Antics ensue in this wacky screwball comedy.

Did I mention it was French?

The folks behind me were screaming with laughter. I was not. The first half was cringe-worthy pour moi. But the second half came to life. Kitty D was very good – and very brave. She’s playing a woman practically. Her. Own. Age. So props to her for doing so. That said – in the Green Room….well, I can’t really say. She breezed in, asked for sparkling water (“Oh? You have nothing but Perrier? Than Diet Coke”) and left to smoke. C’est tout.

Ms Deneuve

And then there’s Black Swan.

Intense….and beyond.

But let’s talk Green Room.

First in? Winona. Who doesn’t love her, despite all her shenanigans? She’s a nervous little thing. And…erm….quirky. She’s one of those you feel you know personally. And guess what? She thinks she knows you right back!! I had to reassure her that she had every right to be there for photo ops. Yeah, that’ right. Me. Reassuring Her. We then moved on to the topics of “eye boogers” (her words), sweaty pits, and the perils of turning 40 (she’s 38). I told her by rubbing the fabric together, the white marks from deodorant will disappear. And with those parting words she made her way over to RIM’s head honcho to debate the merits of iPhone vs Blackberry. Cuckoo. Loved her.

Imposter Syndrome Ryder & Monsieur Charming

And then they rolled on in…

Barbara Hershey? Big entourage but very pleasant. Vincent Cassell? Hot. And went out of his way to say goodbye apres le film. Charmed I’m sure! Rachel Weisz? Too thin and looked anemic. Ed Norton? Very attractive in real life. Never woulda thunk. Woody Harrleson? Makes no bones about his stoner tendencies. And you could tell. Emmaunelle Chriqui. Who? (Sloane from Entourage)

And then there was Natalie….


Ms Portman was truly breathtaking – in the film and in the flesh. Her people, however, were less so. Yes, this is her movie. Yes, she owned it in every way. And yes, it’s sure to propel her to the next tier. But y’all probably know that already. I don’t really need to add to the hype this baby’s getting. Good for her. Good for Darren Aaronofsky. and super good for the writer. Who’s all of 30 years old. It’s not for everyone, but it’s extraordinary. The music, the ballet, the dark-dark-darkness. And the performances. Especially NP’s. Still…she came in with a slew of press peeps, publicity pukes and secret service-types. C’mon. She’s not Julia Roberts.



September 15, 2010   No Comments



Am finding it hard to remember what day it is. My kids haven’t had school since last Wednesday morning. It’s felt like a weekend ever since (erm…and not necessarily in a good way)….But on to the movies….

The Great White North Hope. Methinks it probably should’ve opened the fest…And would’ve but for Rosh Hashana falling so early. Jew-ish film, high holy day-night does not a good combo make. Well it kinda does, but that’s another blog. Anyhoo…. As you may know the adaptation of Mordecai Richler’s beloved novel won a prize at Venice last week. The Golden Lion. Cub. That’s right. Chosen by kids. Don’t ask. I don’t know the answer. Moving on….
Some great moments in the movie. Paul Giamatti as un-PC Barney is already being touted as an Oscar contender, Rosamund Pike is wonderful as Miriam, his dream woman and Minnie Driver is brilliant as his second wife, nailing the Montreal accent and stealing every scene she’s in. The over 50-crowd LOVED this one. I liked it. In retrospect I like it less, but I’ll live in the moment and just say I enjoyed it, despite being a little too episodic and emotionally fleeting (Barney and Miriam aside).

Oooooh the room. Again, lots of tall beautiful actresses. And Scott Speedman. Funny how the actors are always punes and the leading ladies practically giants. And not just from the heels. Anyhoo….Minnie Driver is posing constantly, whether she realizes it or not (and she’s an actor, so she must). Hand on the hip at all times, aware that eyes are upon her, she’s ready for her close-up anytime, anyplace thank you. And yet….she’s funny. She laughs (big and loud). We like her. Rosamund Pike is breathtaking. Much more so in person than on-screen. Porcelain skin. Can’t imagine she spends much time in the sun…

This erotic thriller is a Korean remake of another Korean film from the 60’s. The Green Room had a handful of folks in there – mostly because the principals are superstars back home in Korea but here not so much. Jeon Do Youn was the lead actress and was very nervous that she was overdressed. Aside from that, it felt like there were a bunch of teens in the room, aping and mugging for the cameras – their own. I kinda loved them.

And so we stayed for the movie – despite alternative plans. And I’m glad we did. Rich husband cheats on his pregnant-with-twins wife with the housemaid. And then all hell breaks loose. Very dark. And by the end very twisted. This flick was good but mostly was so stylish it killed me. The fireplace! The tea cups! The light fixtures! I’ve never seen such a house. And the clothes!! From the maternity dresses to the footwear to the fur-accented coats, every piece was more magnificent than the next. And don’t even get me started on the meticulously prepared trays of breakfasts, wine and cheese platters and dinner plates. There were some pretty steamy sex scenes in there too, some verging on pornographic – WITH sound effects!!! I’m sure many folks left the theatre turned on and horny as hell…I just wanted to re-decorate my house….


September 13, 2010   1 Comment



Two actors-turned-directors. One, a legend. The other? Not sure yet. It was a night of a thousand movie stars – and something for everyone! From old school classics to tween starlets, the joint was jumping.

First up was this Historical Courtroom Drama by Robert Redford. Set at the end of the Civil War it tells the story of the only woman accused of conspiring with John Wilkes Booth to assassinate Abe Lincoln. If you know your history, there’s no spoiler issue for you. But I was quite shocked by the outcome (US history wasn’t my specialty). Liked, didn’t love. Felt like an episode of The Practice or Boston Legal. Without quirks.

The room was filled with a lot of youngish, actorly types. Think they all may have been in the movie but you can never really tell who’s the actor, who’s the agent and who’s the wanna be. I look for dishevelled hair/hats, scruff or casual footwear on the boys, and abnormally large heads and OTT outfits on the girls. But the ladies in question, Alexis Bledel and Robin Wright, were nothing short of gorgeous. Especially Ms Wright. Still looks exactly the same as her Princess Buttercup days, and happy to boot. As for the gents…all were somewhat underwhelming, and even a bit girlie! Bob Redford (what? Everyone called him Bob) looked a bit womanly. From the feathered hair to the mom-jeans. But I don’t think he really cared. And wee James MacAvoy was sweet and petit. On-screen he smolders, but off? Just a nice young kid. Kevin Kline was very tall and borderline dashing, and – surprise of the night? Justin Long. Normally I find him annoying. But he took it in stride when I told my mother (a great Apple fan) that he was the Mac guy. And then leaned in for a photoshoot. So now he’s my best friend.

Mac Guy 'n Me

MAC Avoy 'n Me

And speaking of Best Friends….
Y’know how I think Matty Damon and I would be tight, given the chance? Guess who showed up to cheer on his real-life BFF??


That’s right!!! And although we aren’t super-tight yet, it’s a start.

All the stars seem to know each other. Rachele Lefevre who ditched Twilight for Barney’s Version was there, as were dimpled actor Greg Kinnear and Precious director Lee Daniels. Jennifer Garner came to support her hubby – magnificent. The whole cast showed up too. Ladies Rebecca Hall and Blake Lively, both of whom towered over almost everyone. I couldn’t get that song from Vicki Christina Barceloooona outta my head. Chris Cooper, Jeremy Renner, star and director Ben Afflek (very nervous, poor guy) and John Hamm. Sit DOWN Ladies. Mind you, he may have the edge on Clive Owen for most Handsome. Very very butch. When he stepped out? Yikes!! One woman actually rushed the stage with some sort of sign, ready to rumble with anyone who stood between her and her man. Kinda weird.

Film was awesome. Edge of the seat. Violent. Tense tense tense. Comes out this weekend so no need for me to rehash the plot. You’ll see it, you’ll love it……

Tall Townies Slouching

2 Boys and a Man


September 12, 2010   No Comments



For me, Friday night was ladies night. Sisters, WAGS, and miscellaneous chicitas ruled the room. Lots of industry-looking men around, gloomy and snooty, while their female counterparts enjoyed every minute of it. They smiled, they were friendly, and they seemed to be genuinely having a good time… whoever they were.

Brilliant, Brilliant and Brilliant.
You’ll read the reviews and see the nominations/awards pile up. Spontaneous standing ovation. Feeling ferklempt on behalf of the writer, in tears at the reaction to his film. Fabulous storytelling, spectacular dialogue and incredible performances will speak for themselves when you see this. Which you will.

As for The Room….Assorted nervous producers and behind-the-scenes folks milled about. British and nervous and polite. Colin Firth was there with his wife, Livia, and I have to say, she was breathtaking. In and out. Didn’t hurt that she’s a friend-of-a-friend, but she was so smiley and lovely and friendly. Lots of the ladies wanted to hate her bc she was married to Col. Impossible. He’s the one who scored there. That said, he’s far more attractive in real life, and reeeeeeally knows how to wear a suit. Call it the Tom Ford affect or whatever… it’s working…. And then there was the seemingly shell-shocked Geoffrey Rush. He may have hung on to his character in Shine. Just a bit.

Geoffrey Rush

Mr & Mrs Col Firth

Let’s start with the room. The director is David Schwimmer. It was all I could do to not call out “Ross!”… He was there with his magnificent girlfriend and lovely sister. Who doesn’t love that? It was a real family affair as the producers, their kids and their families all piled into the room. Again, lots of cranky Hollywood types. Not sure what they have to be so moody about….Star of the movie was Clive Owen. Swoon… Clive Owen!? Not. Normal. The man is ridiculously handsome. No one could look at him. His publicist wouldn’t let him be photographed, but then, on his own, he obliged. And then there was Catherine Keener… You know when you think you could be friends with a movie star? I’ve always thought Matt Damon and I would be pals if we met under the right circumstances. For real. Anyhoo, I love Catherine Keener. Feel like she could be my sister from another mister. And I told her. I couldn’t help it!! And she couldn’t have been nicer. And now I kind of feel like we’re friends. Or were. For about 6 minutes.

The flick. TRUST. This had made-for-tv written all over it. Except for the cast: Clive Owen, Catherine Keener, and most of all the young and supremely talented Liana Liberato. A family is shattered after the 14-year old daughter has a sexual encounter with a man at least 20 years her senior, who’s been posing as a teen in an internet chat room. Given the subject matter, it’s pretty devastating whether you’re a parent or not. Intense, emotional, raw. With a side of creepy. Hope it finds a distributor as subject matter is challenging.

Handsome Clive Owen

Catherine Keener with her fake sister, yours truly

Catherine Keener and Fake Sister MOAM


September 12, 2010   No Comments



Oh September….A time of beginnings and a time of endings. Of duking it out (over back-to-school and Jewish holidays), and making up (over back to school and Jewish holidays). Of new wardrobe changes and old wardrobe staples.

And movies. Lots and lots of movies. From the “serious” films that start coming back to festival after festival after festival.

But for audiences living in Toronto, only one thing matters: TIFF. And for me, it’s all about who’s in the Green Room.

Essentially a glorified waiting room, the Green Room is where the celebs and their peeps stop in to shmooze and grab a glass of liquid courage en route from red carpet to Gala stage. This year finds stale popcorn, ferrero roche truffles… and me!! That’s right, I’m flying high on famed photographer Rosemary Goldhar’s coattails. She’s the only photographer allowed into the hallowed space and I’m helping her out placing names and faces, pointing out who’s who and who is sooooo not.

And I’m staying for the movies.

Reviews of faces and flicks will follow over the next week….Enjoy!

The Opening Night Movie. And as Canadian as it gets: Hockey. Toronto. Terrible reviews.

I read one review claiming it was too gay to be for hockey fans, and not gay enough for musical lovers! Another called it one of the worst movies to open the festival in history.

I kinda liked it. What? I like hockey. I like musicals. It had “Glee Bandwagon” written all over it. And intentional, or not, I thought it was funny.

As for The Room….Had no clue. Luckily my old day-school friend (and now famous TV politico/author/whatever) Evan Solomon was there. Hadn’t seen him since university, but he’s the same: only much much taller and more connected. We did carpool reminiscing and some where-are they-nows, and he hooked me up by pointing out the people I should (and didn’t) know from newscasters – Ron McLean! George Stroumboulopoulos! Erm…Evan Solomon! – to government ministers – must I name them? – to actors. New faces, sort-of-familiar faces and… Olivia Newton-John. Oh, Sandy. Why-ai-ai-ai…Oh Sandy…


September 12, 2010   1 Comment