I have seen the best, most quintessential and raw rock ní roll documentary of all time. You, likely, havenít and, most unfortunately, canít.
The film is Cocksucker Blues, a 1972 film by directed Robert Frank that followed the members of The Rolling Stones during their North American Exile on Main St. tour in 1972.
The film has never been released thanks to the bandís court order as they claimed the footage would be both embarrassing and even legally incriminating
On behalf of the entire country of Canada, I apologize.
2013 has been one of those years that we have put ourselves in the spotlight due to stupid people doing stupid things while on the world stage. We used to be the quiet and respected country north of that mess called America. But we have proven in 2013 that we have our own share of Honey Boo Booís. Canada has provided the world with a great load of respected talent: Seth Rogan, Lorne Michaels, William Shatner, Ryan Reynolds
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