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TIFF has this cool thing they do where they bring directors to Toronto and get them to talk about the films they themselves love. Just before the festival gets going in September, fans will get an early treat with Guillermo del Toro offering up a series of Gothic Master Classes. Read the rest of this entry
Well not exactly. But August 29th will mark the one hundredth birthday of Ingrid Bergman, if she were alive. To mark the occasion, TIFF is mounting Notorious: Celebrating the Ingrid Bergman Centenary, a program featuring many of the revered actress’s best films. From Hollywood classics like Casablanca (1942) and Notorious (1946) to the Italian neorealism of Stromboli (1950) to the amusing later vintage of Murder on the Orient Express (1974), the great Swedish actress was beautiful, talented and always keenly intelligent.
I always wonder how secret agents manage to look so superbly good. I guess all that Cold War cash had to assert dominance in every way imaginable, fashion included. Guy Ritchie’s latest romp, the resurrection of the campy sixties TV series The Man from U.N.C.L.E. as a breezy spy franchise in the offing, certainly lays on the style. The sunglasses budget alone must’ve been thousands. Deviating from the bombast of the Mission Impossible series, Ritchie opts for a sardonic retro pastiche. Unquestionably cool, find out after the jump if The Man from U.N.C.L.E. delivers on its premise, or the emperor’s only sporting exquisite new clothes.
The Toronto International Film Festival just released their upcoming Midnight Madness roster. If your taste runs to horror, fantasy, shock and grand guignol with a capital jeezus this shit is intense, then boy has TIFF got the movies for you. Take it from Colin Geddes, International Programmer for the Festival, “From adrenaline-filled action and untamed horror to twisted comedy and darkly blurred lines of reality, this year’s lineup welcomes back celebrated masters and fresh visionaries of renegade genre cinema.” The big nasty list after the jump!
Two brothers. One badass car. On a quest to find their missing father and the answers to the mysterious death of their mother twenty years before. Getting pulled ever deeper into the family business, an underground professional niche who call themselves hunters. Oh hunters, you say? Whatevs. (I hate that dentist fuck too.) But these hunters specialize in the most exotic quarry, horrific creatures at the fringes of our mundane existence. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, wendigos, demons, reapers and even angels, they’re all out there in the world of Supernatural, preying on us defenceless people-folk in our ignorant twilight. Over the course of an astonishing ten seasons and counting, Sam and Dean Winchester become the best kind of reluctant heroes, irresistibly drawn to fight the darkness and keep our world light. That they do it with a sly smile and some seriously kickass 70s classic rock makes it that much better.
It ain’t a mid-life crisis, that’s for sure. September’s just around the corner, and Torontonians know that means it’s time for another Toronto International Film Festival. This incarnation’s one of those zero-numbers people get so excited about, and at forty, TIFF’s getting downright venerable. What started out in 1975 as The Festival of Festivals (Toronto had big eyes back then, and not a whole lot else), has grown from a scrappy little fest in a half-dozen theatres around town to a massive media machine, with over 350 films appearing in its ten-day run. Start up the projector, let’s take a peak at a few treats that lie just ahead.
You know the moment. You’re stuck in Kansas with Dorothy and holy shit this place is boring. Yes there’s hogs and chicks and the local busybody who just wants to stuff Toto in a basket and ride away, and you can even sing if you want. But it’s all so drab, so mundane, so black-and-white. And then a tornado whips the house up into the air and plunks it back down again (and here’s to those old building standards for keeping that farmhouse intact) and BAM!, you and Dot are in a whole new magical realm. And what’s this? It’s in colour! Like the colour we see with our eyes. But better, vibrant, popping right off the screen. That magic was a film innovation, a little process called Technicolor. It brought heightened realism to the movies, and an iconic look to the films of the forties and fifties. TIFF’s halfway through a brilliant retrospective of Technicolor movies, and there’s still some gems to be seen.
If the world was made of LEGO, our world, the real one, you’d smash it to bits. You know you would. I would. Who wouldn’t? Mahatma LEGO Gandhi maybe. But they haven’t made that movie into a hilariously enjoyable video game just yet. And that’s probably fine. What has made it to the LEGO gaming world is a great collection of pop culture franchises, all ready to splinter and fly apart into glorious bouncing multicoloured cubes. My girlfriend and I have played the LEGO Batman games, which are wonderful fun. Star Wars, The Hobbit, The Avengers, Harry Potter and Indiana Jones have all gotten the LEGO treatment. So with the ripping success of this summer’s Jurassic World, it’s only fitting that Spielberg’s dinosaurs should be bricked too.
Well Mat’s posted about playing the game, which is a sweet, sweet thing. I thought I’d give you a gander at the Batman: Arkham Knight Limited Edition Sony PS4, too. Couldn’t resist making an unboxing vid, but I kept it a little shorter than some. Let’s you and me swing from the rooftops, crusader, after the jump.
BASE jumping is back, baby. The acronym stands for Building, Antenna, Span and Earth. In practice, it means strapping on a parachute and hurling oneself off a tall, fixed place, whether a skyscraper, communications tower, bridge or forbidding mountain cliff. The rush is real. And so is the folly. As part of the promo leading up to the Pan Am Games in Toronto this summer, a duo of BASE jumpers leapt off the CN Tower a few weeks ago. Footage of the feat will be part of the Games’ opening ceremony. At the other end of the spectrum, veteran jumpers Dean Potter and Graham Hunt died in May BASE jumping with wingsuits in Yosemite National Park. Between success and failure, the experience is truly extreme. Marah Strauch’s Sunshine Superman (2015) takes up the life of one of the sport’s most charismatic pioneers, Carl Boenish (rhymes with “danish”). Let’s take a look over the edge, but careful, it’s a long, long way down.