Toronto's shiny right now, and the more I read these, the more apoplectic I become, for I am very, very far from there.
Oh, to be credentialed, throttled from theater to theater, borne back ceaselessly into the raisinettes, and heedlessly transformed by what is all very much happening right now. This is a strong year.
When the time comes, I follow the Cannes Festival and Telluride (it would be fun to go, but no biggie if that never happens). I generally could care less about Sundance's Little-Indie-Shitfit-of-Sexually-Confused-Adolescents-and-Semi
-Learning-A-Valuable-Lesson-Doggerollcall. (Or LISOSCASADTAOLAVLD, as it's otherwise known), though I know for a fact I'm being unfair to many good films that have premiered there.
None of these festivals urge me towards the light quite like Toronto. Telluride's a close second. Either way, what I'm getting at here, is any one of 'em would be a great beat to cover. Great beat.
Mighty Fine Pickin' an' a Dingin': Spoon - Gimme Fiction
Everything's Gonna Be Just Fine: Burner of Corpses - Fuks
Love, Blood and Rhetoric: Hamlet (Branagh)