Going to the Toronto Film Festival with Press and Industry passes is about as glamorous as it gets. Everyone clutches a 20 page booklet, half-sheet size, with a day by day, hour by hour grid that has us all hopping up and down Bloor Street, circling 3 movie theatres. The day starts with 9 am screenings and sadly peters out by 5 pm. Only time for 4 or 5 films per day. Today (after a brief interlude stuck in my hotel elevator with 12 or so tourists who had far too much perfume on) I began with 'Bad Lieutenant - Port of Call New Orleans'. Werner Herzog has stepped away from his recent documania to feature Nicolas Cage as a drug addicted policeman in the midst of a major murder investigation. Cage's induced delusions are handled in a most humorous way. I saw Roger Ebert coming out of the screening and he wrote in his blog about two of the films I saw today. Canada's Atom Egoyan (The Sweet Hereafter) presented 'Chloe', part one of what I am calling the 'Julianne Moore Lesbian Film Festival Day'. Sexy, steamy tale about Liam Neeson and Julianne Moore's waning marriage, and the prostitute Moore hires to test her husband - and then winds up getting involved with the luscious lipped Amanda Seyfried herself. I made a rather sad realization that this was the film Neeson was shooting in Toronto when his wife Natasha Richardson had her tragic accident in Montreal. By far my most favorite film today was 'The Private Lives of Pippa Lee', written and directed by Rebecca Miller, daughter of Arthur Miller and wife of master cobbler Daniel Day-Lewis - and I feel sorry that this most talented woman is forever having these famous men associated with her as a side note. But I digress. Super story about a beautiful woman (Robin Wright Penn) who moves with her famous and older husband (Alan Arkin) to a retirement community and begins to reflect on her unusual early days. It was a no chicken dog day.
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