The above title is a single-line description of a film from a previous festival, which Matty Price insists was terrible... but I keep thinking, how is that not the best movie ever?! I want to make that movie. I want to do a 2-hour film of two guys walking around Budapest, ostensibly chasing a chicken that they are going to kill, and only occasionally catching sight of it. That is my kind of film.

Princess pretty much saved my day. I had seen a couple of lukewarm reviews on it so I was getting worried, but it's fucking terrific, and my top ten for 2006 is now a whopping 70% film festival. The rest of the day was largely sunk by my incest double-feature. I did not know I had booked an incest double-feature. But both La Coupure and Chacun sa nuit contained brother-sister incest as a key plot element. What made it weirder was the fact that in both films, the people around the brother-sister couple were aware of what was going on, and were treating it as something only minorly unusual... a little out of the ordinary, perhaps, but still within perameters. If you only watched those two films at this year's TIFF, you'd come away thinking that siblings losing their virginity to each other was as normal a part of adolescence as checking out wangs in the locker room. Brother-sister incest, everywhere around us, all the time.

I sort of cracked up at around 7:30 when I found myself unable to make simple reasoning decisions regarding a course of action for the evening. It once again involved sitting on the steps of the Manulife Centre and holding my head in my hands, but only for a minute or two this time and not so much with the shaking. So that's good.

I am ready for this to be over. If I never see another hand dryer for the rest of my life, it will be too fucking soon.

Review:

Princess