We landed in Toronto yesterday afternoon. We checked into the hotel and immediately went over to pick up our movie tickets. Next week, I have tickets to:
The Worlds Fastest Indian, Revolver, Little Athens, Walk The Line, Where The Truth Lies, One Last Thing, The Notorious Betty Page, Tristam Shandy, The District, The Squid and the Whale, Gentille, Kinetta, Brothers of the Head, Winter Passing, John & Jane, and All Souls.
I’m telling you - I don’t screw around. I came here to see movies. I’m very excited about my list. Particularly the new films by Guy Ritchie, Mary Harron, and Michael Winterbottom. I can’t quite believe I have a movie that’s playing at the same festival as these guys.
I check ed in with the festival and got my director packet including the all important name badge. However, the font is so small on the badge, that reading my name would require a level of intimacy that I don’t expect from most festival goers.
It’s a whole new experience, showing up with a feature. I’ve spent the last five years showing up with short films. In the past, they just pat me on the head and send me on the way. The feature gets you a much bigger smile, not to mention invitations to many parties I have no plan on attending.
When we got to the hotel I found out the trades wrote up my film, “Thank You For Smoking”, as one of the hot movies to buy this year for domestic distribution. It’s a little nerve racking. There’s a fair amount of expectation, but at the end of the day, the audience is either going to laugh or walk out.
I got dressed up for the opening night gala. I actually wore dress shoes (a film festival first for me). It happened at the Roy Thompson Hall, which looks kind of like a giant glass flan. The introduction of the film went on for about an hour. When they finally began to run the film around 9pm, someone in the balcony yelled out, “finally!” She was quickly hushed. Yikes,
Four hours later, we were at the Ryerson for the screening of “Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic”. This was quite a different audience. This was the midnight crowd. My people. (No, I don’t mean Jews). They were screaming from the moment we walked in the theater. The movie was hilarious. I highly recommend it… as long as you find humor in a girl serenading retirees at an old age home with a song called, “You’re going to die soon”.
If you think that’s funny, then 1. You’re my king of person 2. You should see this film.
It’s now Friday morning and I ‘ve got to start worrying about my screening in a few hours. Don’t worry - If I commit suicide, I’ll be sure to blog first.