The 2002 Toronto International Film Festival is quickly becoming history as events begin to wind down and some of the guests start to depart. Today, one of the darker days in history and a tough time for many, marks the point in the festival when last year’s red carpets were removed and things took a much lower key in respect to the events in New York. With that in mind I went to see a film called 11’09″01 last night (which will be a Gala presentation tonight).
Yesterday was yet another crazy day, but it worked out really well. Went to press conferences for The Four Feathers and The Wild Thornberrys Movie, so I now have photos of Heath Ledger, Kate Hudson, Lacy Chabert, and Tim Curry. Plus, I went off to the red carpet arrivals for The Four Feathers and got some nice shots of Heath and Kate walking down the carpet.
I had the interview with Bruce Campbell this morning and all I can say is… wow. He’s such a great guy to interview and it’s almost impossible to ask something that he can’t answer. I got video, photos and even some time with the director of Bubba Ho-Tep, Don Coscarelli, who was also great to chat with.
Just a quick update from the Toronto International Film Festival!
To start off my festival experience, I went to see Nick Nolte in The Good Thief–a film that easily swept me off my feet and totally surprised me. I am so surprised by how much I loved this film. I’m working on the review still, but I hope to have it up tomorrow morning before I run out to the first films of the morning. Unfortunately, I got some bad news tonight.
After a long, long wait, the Festival has finally started! Yes, it’s every media and movie nut’s favorite time of the year–schmooze time! That time of the year when everyone with a pass looks important, when die hard fans clutch desperately at their pens and pads of paper as they dodge security trying to get autographs, and photographers climb lamp-posts trying to get that ideal shot for the cover of Big Shot Magazine. It’s the time of year when a whole industry dines daily on popcorn and other expensive delectables from the greasy movie theatre concession stands, and it’s also that time when it’s not uncommon seeing someone carrying around a pillow as they run from theatre to theatre trying to catch as many shows as possible.
“To write a diary every day is like returning to one’s own vomit.” -Enoch Powell.
Let me be honest here, this is my fifth attempt at running a blog/journal, and considering the way I operate, this one has about as much chance of surviving as all the rest! Still, I am at least trying again – so that’s something, right?