“I fly like a paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name.”

First off… let me apologize for the lateness. I had finished typing and hit a button and lost the whole thing, got pissed off and took a nap.

Today was full of famous people and crazy people. Most of the time I’m never quite sure who belongs in which group.

My first film today is the new one from Atom Egoyan. Look! A Canadian film! On the way to it I saw both crazy and famous. The craziest person I have ever seen in Toronto was in the College St. subway stop. Tiny lady with no teeth speaking in tongues. At least I think it was tongues. I don’t have a lot of experience with tongues. I really wish I hadn’t typed that.

On the street I saw Ed Harris. No tongue comment here.

Right… Atom Egoyan. His new film is called Adoration. It was about a high school French/Drama teacher who encourages one of her students to write a story about his parents. A story in which his father is a terrorist and attempts to blow up an airplane. The story is fictitious, but she asks him to present it to the class as if it was real. An exercise in drama. The story makes it’s way onto the internet and trouble ensues. We witness a story full of twists, turns and a rather unexpected ending. Like most Atom Egoyan films it’s full of mystery and mystique. It was nice to say hello to Atom after the film, but I was a little bored with his 10 minute introduction in which he encouraged people to vote in the upcoming federal election in hopes to make funding for the arts a major issue.

On the way out of the Scotiabank Theatre I saw Canadian Idol host Ben Mulroney. He’s a douchebag.

Time for crazy person number two. Hehehe… number two. In line at Tim Hortons a woman was freaking out because she had received the wrong sandwich. Freaking to the point where she got on her phone and called her husband to ask if he wanted to come down to talk to the young man behind the counter. Really? Is that necessary? I started to laugh and she shot me the best stink eye I’ve had in a loooooong time. I took my coffee and got the hell outta Dodge.

The next film was the new one from Danny Boyle, director of the brilliant Trainspotting and Shallow Grave. This was called Slumdog Millionaire and it was about a young man who is one question away from the grand prize on the Hindi version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. At the end of that show he is accused of cheating and arrested and tortured by police. They make the kid go over the show’s questions one by one and explain how he knew the answers. This was done through flashbacks of his childhood growing up in poverty with his older brother and a female friend in the city of Mumbai. I thought this movie was awesome and I especially enjoyed the use of that M.I.A. song with the gunshots.

After the film, I was coming out of a store just as Canadian comic Russell Peters was going in. For those of you who have not listened to his CD, you will not get the joke. When he came in I did something that has probably been done 100 times to him. I looked at him and said, “Hey Russell Peters, you fucking blowjob!” He looked at me like he had just heard the same thing five minutes before. I didn’t care. Still funny.

One film on Thursday and then one last one Friday.

I remain,
Greg