Results tagged “loureed”

Andy Warhol's Factory parties were the ultimate hot spot for an elite cabal of celebrities, radicals, drag queens and porn stars. There has never been a better place to rock out while on an amphetamine high amid mass-produced silkscreen paintings and a fleet of floating silver balloons.

It’s the final day of the festival, which is always rather maudlin one—although for those of us who try to cover it, the festival is largely a far too hectic, busy period of time, once things start to slow down the sudden lack of pressure is terribly deflating. Never mind—we’ll have some wrap up coverage for you next week. Tonight’s closing gala is Emotional Arithmetic, reviewed by Jonathan Goldsbie at the very beginning of our TIFF 2007 coverage. He called it a “highly-polished drama” but noted that it “plays out exactly as one would expect and is only rarely revelatory.” Head along to Roy Thompson Hall tonight to catch your last glimpse of the glamour and pageantry of the festival.

Out of respect for the funeral of Richard Bradshaw, the Toronto International Film Festival Group chose not to hold their traditional big final press conference in Nathan Phillips Square yesterday, and so with slightly less fanfare than usual we received a massive lump of press releases from the Festival announcing that they’ve announced absolutely everything about the festival there is to announce, pretty much.

After what feels like a surprisingly long gap of film festivals in the city, they’re back, with The Prisoner Justice Film Festival now running and Ozflix starting tonight with screenings of Ten Canoes and 2:37; We pretty much hated 2:37, though (but we’ve heard good things about Ten Canoes). Full details can be found at their respective websites.

Tall Poppy Interview: Chuck Klosterman

I'm *sixeyes. I'm back. And Torontoist is sick of radio. The kind of )... Torontoist could go on, but that would be redundant (but it does feel good). Yeah, Torontoist just noticed that all the c.r.a.p. referenced was female... oh, but there are some 'males' who terrorize radio as well. Tim McGraw ("Live Like You Were Dying"... this is Celine Dion on steroids... not an improvement), Daniel Powter ("Bad Day" or is it "Had A Bad Day"... whenever he unleashes one of his oooooohowwwooohowww's Torontoist has to think, 'Oh, so that's what a squirrel sounds like when it's run over). There are many more, it's just that Torontoist doesn't recognize who these guys are and therefore can't make fun of them.