There were days where I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be able to sit with loved ones and share these first-time viewings in real time, and others when the combination of quarantine cabin fever and less-than-stellar runs of films made it seem like everything would be mediocre. A privilege and, 32 movies, shorts, and episodes later, a pile-up.
Our intrepid TIFF correspondent wraps up his festival coverage with a look at new films from Guillermo del Toro, James Franco, Agnes Varda, Armando Iannucci, Martin McDonagh, and Louis C.K.
"While this critic’s average number of films taken in at the TIFF usually hovers around 30, the 2018 festival delivered the highest percentage yet of selections I could recommend in good faith."
I told the almost comically friendly customs agent that I’m in Canada for business and not pleasure, so in the interest of not getting apprehended by the mounties, my top priority remains the almighty cinema.
In September, several things happened in quick succession: I got a new job. I got new glasses. I got into a workshop. I called my mom at seven in the morning and said, “I think I have to go to Belgium in a few weeks,” and she said, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Midway through the festival, our intrepid correspondent offers his thoughts and recommendations
I frequently took my mental temperature after this year’s Sundance screenings, searching for symptoms of that dreaded ailment, festival fever. I’ve fought mightily to maintain critical detachment, but it bears acknowledgement that the following assessments were made during one of the most emotionally tumultuous weeks I can remember.
Our humble festival correspondent on Uncut Gems, Honey Boy, The Laundromat, Waves, The Report, No. 7 Cherry Lane, and the second half of TIFF 2019.