Results tagged “pulpfiction”

The Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art (MOCCA) launched their summer exhibition last Friday with a big party featuring “the smooth summer sounds of Toronto synth-rock-pop combo The D’Urbervilles” as live entertainment. Hopefully ironic press-release writing aside, "Pulp Fiction" brings together fourteen Canadian artists you might not usually see in a mainstream gallery.

ART: Harbourfront reveals a stunning look at Canada’s northern forests with a new exhibit “RESPECT: A Photo Odyssey Celebrating Canada’s Boreal Forest,” opening with a public reception tonight (on through October 12). The project’s curator Louise Larivière invited nine leading photojournalists to document the region over a period of nine months beginning last fall. The work culminates with over seventy huge prints made from the resulting photographs. Also opening are several supporting exhibits looking at the culture and peoples of Canada’s northern forests. Harbourfront Centre (235 Queens Quay West), 6–10 p.m., FREE.

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day (or so), poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. It's about time someone took out the trash.

It was the audition tape that has every struggling actor quaking with jealousy. As we revealed on Wednesday, the YouTube bride-from-hell was actually local actress Jodi Behan, who participated in what was later found to be a brilliant viral marketing campaign for Sunsilk hair products orchestrated by Toronto marketing agency Capital C.

By now, following the blog and mainstream media firestorm, almost everyone has seen this week's most discussed web clip involving a bride from hell and a bad hair day. The Star covered the buzz today with comments from Norman Jewison(!), the viral video was discussed this morning on NBC's Today show and it's been viewed almost 2.5 million times on YouTube. The big debate: it it real or fake?

would be hard to beat. The audience at the Paramount was down: from the crew wearing afros (presumably a reference to star Samuel L. Jackson’s role in Pulp Fiction) dancing in the aisles before the show to the heckling on trailers (On Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning: “NO SNAKES!”), giddy anticipation was at a high.

So, for cinema goers who aren’t moved by the idea of Sprockets as described below (perhaps you don’t have children, perhaps you hate children, perhaps you hate children when they’re in cinemas, which Torontoist can understand), what is on offer for you loves?