The festival that saved my year
I just did a quick tally, and my previously-moribund “top ten” draft for films of 2006 now holds six entries for films I’ve seen in the past week, including first, second, and fourth place. When the hell has that ever happened? A hundred years of never, that's when. I think that means it’s been a good festival. I think that also means it’s been a shite year at the movies everywhere else. I have high hopes for a few flicks remaining for the rest of the year - although Black Dahlia’s negative reviews today are really disappointing - but I’m just glad to have gone from a year where I was afraid I would be begging off with a “top five” instead of a “top ten,” to a year where really, I’m probably going to need a “top fifteen” or a hell of a lot of honourable mentions in order to capture the year that was 2006. Thanks for pulling it out, TIFF. You’ve reminded me of who I really am.
And hey, vaginas. Lots.
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