Canstage opened its new season at the Bluma Appel with a much-ballyhooed production of Of Mice and Men (scooping Stratford's 2007 season), which resulted in Torontoist's inbox becoming full of e-mails requesting that we audition our dogs for the show (we declined). Things recommenced rather more innocuously at the Berkeley Street Theatre with the world premiere of The Story of My Life, a self-labelled "small musical." The two-hander is all about friendship and death. Or something.
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last night. We should probably admit our biases up front, though. First of all, we've never read the books and we've only seen the first movie. Gasp in horror if you must, but we have no plans to change this state of affairs. Second of all, we love musicals. We really love musicals. We especially love when musicals are fashioned from obviously inappropriate source material. In truth, we were secretly hoping for tap dancing orcs (don't worry, there are no tap dancing orcs - damnit!). Finally, we are a sucker for a good wind machine effect. So we may, in fact, be the ideal audience for this spectacle - unconcerned with the purity of the adaptation and just out for a good time.
This week in film we come to you first of all with news from the last week in film (uh…) Most of which we slightly embarrassingly forgot to mention, as it’s all good stuff.

Newsstand: November 23, 2009