I just saw the best film of the entire festival. Wasn't expecting that. XXY was just supposed to be something I gulagged to my Saturday night come-down period, which has now ended up trotting into my brain and saying "Yeah. I live here now; you just rent." It's the London to Brighton spot in the schedule - I suppose I should have seen this coming.

XXY is the best film about gender identity I have ever seen. When your kids ask you what straight and gay mean, this is the film you show them to teach them that none of those words mean anything. I'm not going to say anything more than that because the tight construction and impeccable plotting are really what make this thing tick. But It is my sincere hope that it will receive a Stateside release and be seen by everyone, everywhere, on the planet. Fucking phenomenal.

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead was pretty decent, too, especially if you're into Marisa Tomei getting doggie-styled by Philip Seymour Hoffman in a Brazilian hotel room. (Hey, who isn't?) Plus it's just a pretty damn good movie. Hard for me to tell on account of that everyone around me in the balcony at the Ryerson was being a complete and utter dick about the proceedings, but whatever. I spared their lives.

I came out of XXY so fucking thrilled I just had to walk around the block a couple of times listening to music. The sun had just gone down, the last rush line was still standing outside the Varsity, and a few moments of perfect serenity settled over me. Man, this was one hell of a summer.