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Life rather got in the way of me doing posts for the films I saw at TIFF this year. (Most of my vacation was taken this year with getting my mom to medical appointments, and then spending a week with her when she was recovering, successfully!, from surgery. Which meant I didn't take any time off during the fest. Which means I saw 18 films whilst also working full time.)

It's so long ago, I didn't know if there was any point in putting up reviews. But then [personal profile] dorinda and [personal profile] msmoat recently encouraged me to do it anyway. So, here they are.

Of the 18 films I saw, 17 of them were good to great. A few were just utterly gorgeous.

Best of the Fest )

The Good )

The Not-So-Good )
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I've come to the back end of the fest, and through sheer luck this is where most of my favourite movies of the fest were.

Sweet As )

Aftersun )

The Eternal Daughter )

How to Blow Up a Pipeline )
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I meant to finish my film fest posts far earlier than this, but was derailed by a four day migraine last week and then the Sweetie getting Covid. We've managed to stay Covid-free in our house until now. The Sweetie has been isolating in the bedroom since Thursday whilst I handle all of the day-to-day stuff around the house. I am freaking tired, and I'm not sure if it's because of getting slammed at work on top of doing all the house stuff, or because the migraine last week was a very mild case of Covid. Whee!

Anyway, here's the next batch of TIFF mini reviews. There'll probably be one more after this.

Moonage Daydream )

Black Ice )

One Fine Morning )

Chevalier )
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The fest is over for another year, and I saw lots of good films, and even a few great ones. So here's my next batch of mini reviews.

War Sailor )

What's Love Got to Do With It )

We Are Still Here )

Viking )

Kacchey Limbu )
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TIFF is over halfway done, but I've just now had some time to write up a few reviews of what I've seen. (It's been a good year, if not an outstanding one. Everything I've seen has been good, but there haven't been a lot of standouts. Yet.)

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story )

Maya and the Wave )

The Lost King )

In Conversation with Viola Davis & Gina Prince-Blythwood )
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It's two weeks until TIFF starts up, and four days until we have to submit our ticket picks, so I've spent the last few days figuring out what films I most want to see, and which ones I can fit in around work, getting the kid to her activities, and an OK Go concert in Niagara Falls we decided to go to on a whim.

This year I'm cutting down to 16 films, plus one talk by Viola Davis and Gina Prince-Blythewood, which should make for a relatively leisurely fest compared to the days when I'd see 35 films in the ten days.

I've been lousy at posting reviews the last few years, but am going to try to keep up with them this year.

In the meantime, here's my tentative schedule:

https://2022.tiffr.com/schedules/paulinezed

Fingers crossed we get all the tickets we want. Since I stay away from the high profile galas, the only one that might be tight is the Weird Al Yankovic bio-pic starring Daniel Radcliffe. It's the first Midnight Madness of the fest, with a high probability that Radcliffe and/or Yankovic might show up, and looks like it'll just be loony fun.
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I was originally planning to do a TIFF wrap up post as soon as the festival was over, but the whole breaking my wrist thing delayed that. It's five weeks today since I fetched up in the E.R., and it's only been the last week and a bit that I've been able to type with all the fingers on my left hand...for a little bit at a time, anyway. (It's taken me a week to finish writing this up!)

Anyway, here's what I saw.

My Most Anticipated Film )

Anthony Mackie x 2 )

Women Astronauts )

More Women in Film )

Other Favourites )

Not Quite My Thing )
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The fest has been over for a few days, I saw 19 films, and I'm still feeling a bit on the loopy/exhausted side. But thought I'd put up short reviews of the two (excellent!) documentaries I saw, both by filmmakers in their 80s!

Ex Libris - The New York Public Library
Frederick Wiseman is one of the very best documentarians working today. For his films, he selects an organization or a place (the National Gallery, UC Berkeley and a boxing gym were some of his recent subjects), films in them for a few months and then spends a year editing his footage into a distillation of the organization and the people in it. And after so many years of doing this, he clearly knows what to look for when filming. This year his subject is the NYPL, and the result is utterly mesmerizing, really showing the breadth of what the library and all its branches does. There are budget and board meetings, readings/interviews by Elvis Costello and Ta-Nehisi Coates, parents discussing with librarians the need for books with accurate portrayal of African American history, NYPL staff answering client's questions, an ASL interpreter of Broadway plays explaining her working method, and so much else. The film is 3 1/2 hours long, but it's always fascinating. [personal profile] msmoat, I very much thought of you as I was watching.

Faces Places
Agnes Varda is just about the only woman director to come out of the French New Wave, and she alternates between fiction and documentary. For her latest doc, she teamed up with JR, a Bansky-like photographer who takes large-form photographs of people and pastes them onto buildings. The two of them set out on a road trip, taking pictures of people they find along the way and pasting them on buildings they find along the way. The premise sounds slight, and the tone is mostly playful, but it leads to some really lovely and profound moments. And the friendship that exists between the 80-something Varda and the 30-something JR is absolutely wonderful to watch in action. This film won the People's Choice documentary award at TIFF.
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We're well past the halfway mark for this year's film festival, so I thought I'd put up a couple of mini reviews of stuff seen so far.

Call Me By Your Name
This had great buzz coming out of Sundance, and it was not misplaced. It's a story of summer love, with precocious 17-year-old falling for his dad's 23 year-old grad student. It's also a gay love story without any coming out panic or inevitable tragic ending. And it's utterly gorgeous, set in and around a villa in northern Italy. The cast is uniformly wonderful, especially Armie Hammer as the grad student and Timothée Chalumet as the teen, but also Michael Stuhlbaarg as the main character's father, who has a lovely scene at the end showing his empathy for his son and his first love. I cannot recommend this highly enough.

Borg/McEnroe
I became a tennis fan watching Borg play at Wimbledon every year, so I was very much looking forward to this movie, examining his rivalry on the court with bad boy John McEnroe. And it was honestly everything I was hoping it was. There are flashbacks to both men as kids, coming up in the game, and a look at how their rivalry developed, but it all comes down to the insane Wimbledon final they played in 1980. The actor playing Borg, Sverrir Gudnason, is a dead ringer for Borg, and Shia LeBeouf was unexpectedly good as McEnroe. I've heard people in festival lines say they found it a bit dull, but those people are WRONG.

I, Tonya
This was my one ridiculous indulgence for the fest. I paid to see the premium screening of this biopic of figure skater Tonya Harding solely because Sebastian Stan is in it and I wanted to see him in person. But it turns out, the movie is really good and is getting great word at the fest. I put up an incredibly long post about the screening and my thoughts on the film on Tumblr, along with a pic I took of Stan and his co-star, Margot Robbie, but the short version is it's dark and funny and will make you really feel for what Harding went through in her life.

The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales
We managed to talk Ros into seeing this film in the kids sidebar at the fest. It's a French animated film with a Looney Tunes feel, and it's really fun. The trailer gives a good sense of its inspired lunacy. And as a bonus for me, the first of the three stories has a baby called Pauline! (My name is only popular in France, it seems.)
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I've managed to write up the documentaries I saw at the fest.

This way to a girl hunter, surfers, musicians, dancers and politicians... )
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I've finally had a bit of free time, so I've begun tackling reviews of the films I saw at TIFF. I'm going to divide them into more (or less) logical chunks, starting with...

The British Isles Contingent )

Canadian Content )

MIA

Sep. 22nd, 2016 11:57 pm
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So, the film fest has been over for dayyyys, and I still haven't had time to write anything up.

This is in part because with soccer over, I foolishly volunteered to be the trainer for Ros' hockey team. Which then turned into me being the trainer *and* the manager of her hockey team. (They can clearly tell new suckers in this league a mile away.) All of which has meant doing an online first aid course and an online Respect in Sport course (a.k.a. the "Don't Be a Jerk" course), and setting up mailing lists and Team Snap accounts and aiiieeee!

It is also in part because in the little spare time I've had left, my brain has now been fully eaten by Captain America Stucky fandom. (So. Much. Fic.)

In between film fest screenings, I not only ducked out to buy the Cap: Civil War disk, I finally broke down and got a Funko Pop Cap bobble head. And ordered a Winter Soldier bobble head to keep him company. And when I told Ros not to tell her dad what I'd done, she promptly stuck this note to our front door*:
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My daughter is a grass.

(*Note the BistoCon note paper. *g*)
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And it's over for another year.

I have to say, seeing only 11 films, and taking a few days off to do that has resulted in a nicely relaxed festival experience. Usually by the end of the fest I feel like a brain-damaged zombie. This year, I feel almost refreshed. And I ended with two films that, while not spectacular, were engaging in radically different ways.

Reviews this way... )

That's all she wrote.

For my next adventure, I'm off to see Benedict Cumberbatch do Hamlet in London with a bunch of mates. This time on Wednesday I'll be in a plane over the Atlantic. Yikes!
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TIFF draws to a close tomorrow, and it's been a busy few days. I've either been running from work to a screening or to pick up Ros for an activity because the Sweetie is off to a screening. And this morning, Ros and I were off to do our Taekwando black belt training session at 6:45 a.m. (Ros is at the stage where she's expected to to these twice a month. I've got to do every single one from now until June.) So. Very. Tired. But have seen some brilliant films, so it's all good.

Reviews this way. )

In other news, while the Sweetie was out at his own screenings tonight, I managed to talk Ros into watching the first episode of Gilmore Girls. (I was trying to stave off yet another episode of Lego Friends on Netflix.) She quite enjoyed it, but I'd forgotten quite how much Lorelai talks about getting pregnant when she was sixteen.
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I went straight from Ros' soccer tournament into TIFF. Which means running into stuff like this as I traipse around the entertainment district where most of the theatres are.
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Unfortunately, I haven't run into any stars yet. I was especially gutted to find out after the fact that one of my faves, the Bean, was in town in support of The Martian. He's one of exactly two actors I would actually stalk on the red carpet. The other, Viggo Mortensen, I did track down a few years back and got his autograph. Ah, well. At least it led to fun photos like this. The Bean and Donald Glover in the same picture is sort of awesome.
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I'm only seeing eleven films this year. I was originally supposed to be up to my eyeballs in training at work this week, so I only got eleven tickets. But then the project I was working on imploded, which meant I could take a few days off to see films rather than cramming them all into the evenings, and take it all at a more leisurely pace. Which is nice for a change.

I've seen four films so far, two British, two Chinese. The Chinese ones have been...interesting, but the British ones have both been amazing.

This way to the reviews... )
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We're up visiting my mom, but whilst she's watching one of her favourite Beeb shows (Coast), I thought I'd throw together some thoughts about two more TIFF films, one very good, one not so much. And the not so much one had the most batshit crazy Q & A I've seen in thirty years of doing the festival.

The Very Good )

The Not-So-Good )
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Skipping back to day five, and another film that might be relevant to some people on my flist: The Great Man (Le Grand Homme).

Here's the poster )

The film start out with a boy's voice narrating the story of Markov and Hamilton, two soldiers in the French Foreign Legion. Markov and Hamilton are the best scouts in their unit.
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They're devoted to each, and work together in perfect harmony.
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But then Hamilton is caught in an ambush when they're on an unauthorized attempt to hunt a leopard they'd seen, and Markov abandons their weapons to save his friend, breaking the rules of the Legion.
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And that's where the story really starts. Markov and Hamilton turn out to be Mourad Massaev, a Chechnyan, and Michaël Hernandez, and they both end up leaving the Legion. Because he broke the rules, Massaev is not given the French citizenship he'd been counting on and chooses to stay in France as an illegal. And because he's been wounded, Hernandez is not allowed to re-enlist as he wants to do. Adding to the complications, Massaev has a young son in Paris he now must look after.

The film follows these two supremely competent soldiers as they struggle to deal with the ordinary details of civilian life, and while that doesn't sound too exciting, it's a really exquisite film. Massaev is very matter-of-fact with his son, grilling him on the protocols of what to do when his father leaves him alone to work a night job. Hernandez is committed to working hard at his recovery. And both men maintain their connection with each other, in spite of the difficulties they're having.

I won't say any more, because there's a second half revelation that's gutting and takes the film into new territory and makes me love it even more. If you have a chance to see the film, definitely grab it.

The second film I saw this day was The Face of an Angel, Michael Winterbottom's take on the Amanda Knox murder case. The Knox case is the sort of sordid tabloid drama I generally avoid reading about, but I thought Winterbottom might be able to make something interesting out of it. The film stars Daniel Brühl, who I'm fond of, as a filmmaker trying to create some sort of story out of the case. Unfortunately, the whole thing is a bit of a mess, and it all gets rather silly as Brühl's character goes out of control on cocaine as he's trying to find an angle that will allow him to film the story. I'd definitely recommend giving this one a miss.
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Tuesday was my four film day.

First up was Mr. Turner, Mike Leigh's biopic about the painter. Which has a striking poster )

I knew Turner's paintings, but nothing about the man, so it was fascinating. The film shows Turner as a rough character (he was the son of a Covent Garden barber) but as it goes on you get more glimpses of his vulnerabilities. One thing I found stood out was how much death is shown to be a part of everyday life in 19th century England. Every single character is shown to have dead children, spouses and siblings. And as Turner, Timothy Spall does a bang up job, doing much with just a look or a growl. It's not a perfect film, and does perhaps drag a bit, but it worth a watch.

My second film was Don't Go Breaking My Heart 2, a Hong Kong rom com directed by Johnnie To. To is prolific and works in all sorts of genres, and he's produced a number of masterpieces. (If you want to see a brilliant Chinese action film, check out his Drug War.) This is not a masterpiece. It's not even very good. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's bad. The film is full of wacky misunderstandings that make even less sense than usual in this genre, and at the end, when the main female character dumps her fiance at the altar for the bloke who's been pursuing her throughout the film, it comes off as creepy and dumb rather than at all charming. If you're looking to check out a HK rom com, this would not be the one to start with.

Next up was Far from Home, the first film with Viggo. It's set at the start of the Algerian war for independence. Viggo plays a teacher, Daru, in an isolated area who's given the job of transporting a young Arab man accused of murdering his cousin to the nearest town. Knowing he'll be taking the young man to a guaranteed death sentence, Daru is reluctant to carry out his assignment, but his hand is forced when the man's relatives arrive to try and kill him. He and the young man make a run for the town, and are caught between the rebels and the French forces fighting them.

Here's a couple of still from the film )

In spite of the fact that both the above stills show Viggo with a gun, what's so refreshing about the film is that the character keeps trying to avoid bloodshed, and what's truly important to him is teaching his students. (The final scene, with Daru back in his school, had me in tears.) And Viggo has wonderful chemistry with the actor playing the young man, Reda Kateb. All, in all, I'd highly recommend it.

My last film for the day was In the Crosswind, an Estonian film about Stalin's deportation of people from the Baltic states to Siberia during World War II. I picked this one for its connection to my family. My dad was Latvian, and two of his cousins were deported to Siberia during this time. (Astoundingly, they survived. When I went to Latvia with my dad ten years ago, they were still alive, and were two very sweet, very tough old ladies.)

The way In the Crosswind is filmed is extraordinary. The director set up a tableau for each scene, with the camera tracking through the actors and the scenery, gradually revealing what's going on as on the soundtrack an actress reads the letters of a woman who was deported and also survived. At the Q & A afterwards, the director said he decided on the technique when he was reading letters from deportees at the national archive and found one where the writer said he felt that time had stopped for them in Siberia. The director also said that it took between two and six months to film each separate scene, and four years to complete the film.

Here are a couple of shots of tableaux )

This technique could have fallen completely flat, but it works incredibly effectively. In each scene, the camera travels through the set and actors to only gradually reveal the horror of the scene. The whole thing was very tense, and very affecting, and if you get a chance to see it, I'd highly recommend it.
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A quick post before I'm off to get Ros and then coach a 6:00 p.m. soccer game.

There have been no Cumberbatch encounters at the fest (though I passed the theatre where The Imitation Game was playing just as he was leaving and saw a huge crowd of people waiting to see him outside) but there have been not one but two Viggo sightings!

He was at the screenings of both of his films I saw (Jauja was very good, and Far from Men was very definitely great) and was his usual thoughtful and funny and generous self during the Q & As. He was passionate speaking about the films, but always pushed forward his directors and co-stars to speak first.

The screening of Jauja today was in the smallish screening room at the Art Gallery of Ontario, and the Sweetie and I ended up going out through the same door as Viggo and were right behind him. I could have talked to him--he was also generous about taking time to everyone who approached him, but I chickened out. (I did my gush over Viggo thing at his Alatriste screening, crikey, eight years ago.) He was taking pictures with people after outside, and I was tempted, but he finally left just as I was getting my courage up.

But I did get a blurry UFO picture of him, his director and co-star at the Far from Men screening. (I think I've just about made peace with the fact that the iPhone really isn't up to low light pictures in theatres.)
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And here's a much better pro shot taken the same day. You can see the Montreal Canadiens pin he was wearing on his lapel, the stinker. *g* (Almost every time I've seen him here, whether at the fest or doing an event at Lightbox, he wears a Canadiens pin or jersey or waves a Habs flag, just to annoy the Toronto Maple Leafs fans. Which, since I am no Leafs fan, amuses me greatly.
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Skipping back to the first day of TIFF.

My fest had a rather inauspicious start with The Valley, an international co-production from a Senegalese director working in Lebanon. It sounded potentially promising. It starts with a heard but not seen car crash in the desert, from which emerges a man with a head injury and no memory. He goes in search of help and finds four people whose car has broken down. When he fixes their car, they feel they have to take him in. But as is gradually revealed, they're not innocent travellers. They run a drug lab in a desolate area of Lebanon. And a war is gradually closing in around them.

You could make an interesting film with that premise. The Valley is not that film. It's full of people staring into the middle distance while not much happens, or sitting tensely together while not much happens, and one character is occasionally seen creating ominous charcoal drawings that I'm sure are meant to be highly significant but don't really do much. But ultimately, it doesn't amount to much more than a line voiced by one character after war finally breaks out: "The Middle East is fucked."

On the positive side, the director knows how to compose an image, and he does incredible things with sound. (He manages to create a complete invasion with only sound and a few distant CGI effects.)

Fortunately, my second film of the day was a huge improvement.

Here, have a poster )

The Dead Lands is an epic set in pre-colonial New Zealand, with dialogue entirely in Maori. It starts off with two rival tribes meeting years after a war between them to honour the bones of their dead ancestors. But the visiting tribe desecrates the bones and accuses the son of the other tribe, and uses this as an excuse to come back and massacre all the men of the tribe. The only male survivor is the teenage son, who feels he then has to track down the killers of his tribe.

He's outnumbered and outclassed, but then the rival tribe decides to take a short cut home through the dead lands, a place where another tribe was killed, and now said to be the home of a flesh-eating demon. The son seeks the help of the demon, who turns out to be the last member of the missing tribe, and a great warrior.

The film is gorgeously shot, and has a number of well-choreographed fight scenes. And the demon warrior is played by Lawrence Makoare, who amongst other roles played Lurtz, a.k.a. the Orc that killed Boromir in the first LotR movie.

As an added bonus, the entire cast came out and did a Maori haka during the credits. And someone filmed it!

Now I really want to go back to New Zealand...

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