Gearing up for the Toronto International Film Festival, which starts the week after next. I'm going to try and post as much as I can from out there. But the phrase "headless chicken" is pretty likely to apply.
Fairly mouth-watering, and I'm hoping there are going to be some real leftfield finds this year, as well as big-name films that actually live up to expectations.
For instance: will Michael Winterbottom's Tristram Shandy-inspired A Cock and Bull Story get him back on track after the cock-and-bull-fest that already was 9 Songs? Will Laurent Cantet's Haiti-set, Charlotte Rampling-starring Vers le sud equal or indeed surpass the quiet brilliance of his L'emploi du temps? Will Everything is Illuminated be as, well, unilluminating as it looks?
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