I rushed! I got in!
I've had two conversation here about how much better tiff. was back in the old days. It was much more "The People's Film Festival" they say. Tickets were two bucks. You could wait in the rush line in camraderie with a bunch of other regular folks and actually get in. But then Hollywood started using tiff. for opening nights, and they built the Tiff Bell Lightbox theater (a really good movie theater, btw), and tickets got expensive and this whole air of exclusivity and haves-versus-have-nots descended on the thing. I at least got a taste of the old way by rushing for this old (1946) John Ford, Henry Fonda western.
The deal with the old movies at tiff. is that a) they're free, but b) you need to get there two hours early to get a ticket. No, I wasn't slacking off, I was at another movie. So I got there maybe 75 minutes early, stood in the rush line, and they let me in. He asked me! He asked me! Like winning the lottery. Is that why they call it a "rush" line, because of the rush you get when you succeed in getting a ticket?
Honorable mention is the hammered dulcimer in the Mexican bar band, which I swear you can hear being played, but the poor sad Mexican holding it obviously has no idea what it's for, has no hammers for it, and only sort of unhappily fake-strums it a couple of times as the music starts before the camera cuts away.
Definitely needs to be part of the discussion of a) violence in film and society stemming from watching Impunity and A Single Word, b) a discussion of masculinity in myth and film after watching The Valley Below, and c) a discussion of the proper way for an actor to play power and conflict after watching the failed attempts at that in Foreign Body.
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