My overnight flight was a breeze save for the lady in front of me who seemed to think her seat was a 'rocker' and spent five hours testing the springs. But hey, that huge machine took off from the ground and landed me in Toronto. At 5.30 in the morning. I now know to where to find the only Tim Hortons in the airport open at that ungodly hour. Found our hotel (The Victoria) to be fantastically newly remodeled. Our rooms are larger than a Paris hotel room, but smaller than a walk in closet. Pretty, clean, comfortable and with Netflix. After checking in and picking up our credentials, it was time to begin to see movies. Lars Von Trier has a new one out called MELANCHOLIA. Lord help him but this guy must be sad. With a lot of money to make a movie that's slower than tar dripping off a dinosaur. We left because we had to hit another happy film, WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN, with Tilda Swinton and John C. Reilly. I was thinking, 'cool, he can be funny and so can she', forgetting the plot: they are parents of a kid who basically pulls a Columbine. Happy. I hit a film called THIS IS NOT A FILM, a fascinating doc about Iranian filmmakers not allowed to conduct their craft due to political issues and last but not least saw IDES OF MARCH, directed by and starring George Clooney as a front runner in a presidential race with Ryan Gossling. A bit sad considering the current state of affairs. I'm hoping for a better day 2. No chicken dogs, but one of the best meals ever at Lucien in our neighborhood.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Day 1 and 'Melancholia' Has Set In
My overnight flight was a breeze save for the lady in front of me who seemed to think her seat was a 'rocker' and spent five hours testing the springs. But hey, that huge machine took off from the ground and landed me in Toronto. At 5.30 in the morning. I now know to where to find the only Tim Hortons in the airport open at that ungodly hour. Found our hotel (The Victoria) to be fantastically newly remodeled. Our rooms are larger than a Paris hotel room, but smaller than a walk in closet. Pretty, clean, comfortable and with Netflix. After checking in and picking up our credentials, it was time to begin to see movies. Lars Von Trier has a new one out called MELANCHOLIA. Lord help him but this guy must be sad. With a lot of money to make a movie that's slower than tar dripping off a dinosaur. We left because we had to hit another happy film, WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN, with Tilda Swinton and John C. Reilly. I was thinking, 'cool, he can be funny and so can she', forgetting the plot: they are parents of a kid who basically pulls a Columbine. Happy. I hit a film called THIS IS NOT A FILM, a fascinating doc about Iranian filmmakers not allowed to conduct their craft due to political issues and last but not least saw IDES OF MARCH, directed by and starring George Clooney as a front runner in a presidential race with Ryan Gossling. A bit sad considering the current state of affairs. I'm hoping for a better day 2. No chicken dogs, but one of the best meals ever at Lucien in our neighborhood.
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