First, let me say that I have “blogged” for a few years about my festival experiences to the local Central Florida crowd via email and have been tempted to reproduce them here, but will spare you my near death experience on a bus at Sundance a few years back.
Second, I am still getting used to blogging regularly and have reverted to my usual tactics of taking notes all during the festival and reporting the whole event in several entries…for those of you who think this is all old news I apologize. I’m no Matt Dentler (who did a great job of blogging Toronto)!
Our flight up to Toronto was delayed a bit so we wound up running into Dick and Sue Morris at the airport (they had just flown in from Tampa) and decided to share a cab as we were all at the same hotel. I got flagged and had to go through immigration for the first time. Expecting to be grilled about why I was invading Canada by the agent, I instead got grilled about the movies I’ve seen (Did you see Touch of Pink?!) and a lecture on how great Canadian filmmaking is. I just stood there kind of stunned, got my passport stamped and was on my way.
Matthew and I dropped our stuff at the hotel and met Jason N. at Sutton Place Hotel to pick up our badges. We grabbed some food and waited until 6:45, checked back at Sutton and scored tickets to the opening night party. I returned to the hotel for a nap while Jason and Matthew went to see The Alzheimer Case (most depressing movie title ever).
The party was big and crazy as usual, but we quickly noticed that there were a lot less festival industry people there. Apparently no one could get tickets. We did see Brian and Eugene from indieWIRE, Matt Dentler from SXSW, and Brian Newman from NVR, among others. Overall a decent evening, but we weren’t really feeling it yet. Back at the hotel, we planned our screenings for the next day and collapsed.
More to come…