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The Revue cinema is due to reopen its doors on October 4th, and if you’ve been waiting for the chance to buy tickets for the opening night, they’re now on sale at She Said Boom (393 Roncesvalles Avenue) at $20 for the film and the after-party or $10 for just the party at the Lithuanian Hall (1573 Bloor Street West). The opening night film is secret, but it was selected by an online poll, so it’s one of the films on this page, probably!

Today’s Reviews:

Torontoist officially can’t wait for the first home renovation programme to have its interior designer kick open a door to an empty room and scream "This…Is…SPARTAN!" referencing this week’s biggest release, 300. On the topic of 300, we link you to the best review ever featured on the otherwise not-particularly-good Ain’t It Cool News. Neill Cumpston enthuses, "If you watch this movie and go into a Taco Bell, and say to the cashier, 'I need some extra sauce packets' guess what? You’re getting twenty sauce packets because your face will punch him in the brain."

Our title this week of course refers to Catch and Release, a film which has been so endlessly trailered on TV (and we don’t even watch that much) that Torontoist feels like we could recite the whole bloody film right now. “The man I was going to marry is dead! I’m sitting wearing my wedding dress and moping – it’s a girl thing! Kevin Smith is fat and talentless, but friends with Ben Affleck so he can be in this! I’ve fallen in love with you now, sexy and stereotypical unshaven male lead! The End!”

United Church Minister Cheri DiNovo and the NDP have taken Parkdale-High Park away from Sylvia Watson and the Liberals. The NDP won the riding with 41% of the vote, despite the Liberals summoning 11 cabinet ministers and high profile members like Bob Rae and Gerard Kennedy to campaign with former city councillor Sylvia Watson.

Students at Toronto area colleges and high schools are coping with the shootings at Montreal's Dawson College. The murders also has parents of high-school age children worried.

Torontoist isn’t paid by the word, which is why we can allow ourselves long, rambling posts where we complain about the things that annoy us. Sorry, did we say “allow ourselves?” We meant “subject you to”. And here we go again.

The Toronto International Art Fair is just plain weird. People pay $16 to look at art in a dimly lit basement in the bowels of the Metro Convention Centre. Everybody looks a bit sallow, and time seems to stand still as you troll through the endless booths of $10,000 masterpieces. At 5 pm each day, Canadian Art editor Richard Rhodes gives a short talk and introduces an artist and his work, and, having missed both Alain Paiement's amazing overhead photographs and Allyson Mitchell's fuzzy wonders, we arrived on the day Mr. Rhodes was presenting John Dickson's Smoking City, a cardboard rendering of a North American metropolis, made up of buildings from cities all over the continent. Periodically, this jerrymandered metropolis would fill up with smoke, and the cardboard constructions would take on a new and frightening appearance. At the very least, we discovered that 9-11 art is not our thing. And that drinks in the convention centre are too expensive.

As long as people have been dying, there have been others claiming that they can communicate with them from the great beyond. One of the most interesting manifestations of this belief was the spiritualist movement of the late 19th century. Hundreds of men and women emerged in North America and Europe claiming that they were 'mediums' attuned to the souls of the dead.

. Think we'll skip that too. Instead, we'll have to go back to the stuff we didn't manage to catch in weeks past, or perhaps visit a theatre that doesn't have confetti-themed carpet, and an in-house taco bell.