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Steven Spielberg has said it. George Lucas and others agree. The future of Hollywood films is not Ė I repeat, NOT Ė going to include masses of people sitting in a theatre. Anyone who thinks otherwise lacks the vision of the road that is already set out in front of us with VOD and wireless streaming or they are a purist that just canít bring themselves to the realization of present day technology.
Two months ago, Spielberg and Lucas Ė two of the most recognizable names in the
Day two of the Toronto International Film Festival was full of a tremendous amount of energy.
We started the day catching a wide release pic in Riddick. It was good with a favourable review to follow. But that was not the reason we headed to the heart of the city.
We stood in line for an hour to get into All Cheerleaders Die, the latest movie from Lucky McKee (The Woman). McKee was a bit geekier than we expected, but he had an energy and love for film that could
The Toronto International Film Festival commenced last night with barely a story worth telling (well, unless we count my overdrinking and the burp that turned into a vomit swallow on the train ride home).
The night opened with the premiere of The Fifth Estate, the story of Wikileaks and its founder Julian Assange played by Benedict Cumberbatch. The movie brought the stars out with Stanley Tucci and Cumberbatch both walking the red carpet, but critical opinions seem to indicate
Itís the most wonderful (and expensive) time of the year.
The end of the summer is a glorious time for a film lover residing in the city of Toronto. Festivals, Expos and special events abound and itís hard to keep up with both the volume and the expense of trying to attend everything that catches your wandering eye.
So it means a tightening of the belt. No more hookers or drugs. No more loose sheep or subscriptions to cheerleading websites. Nope. Itís all Kraft
As I head into my early forties I find that my stress tolerance has decreased in my elderly years. Things bug me. Every things. Maybe I just donít understand the world, the youth, the movements, the fashions of the new generations. Maybe I am turning into my father. Or maybe I am the norm and only by sharing my beefs or lack of understandings will I find comfort in the Ďthere-thereí embrace of those who share the same opinion.
So I started a list of the things that bugged me