Hunger—which we caught at TIFF and again at the European Film Festival—is perhaps the most tactile movie we have ever seen. The impressionistic docudrama chronicling the prison hunger strike by IRA soldier Bobby Sands and the conditions leading up to his decision to take such extreme action, is all about the body and the things that go into, come out of, and are done to it. The film, the feature debut by British artist Steve McQueen (not that one), thoroughly deglamourizes the notion of deliberately starving oneself, by forcing you to confront the physical consequences of the act; it does for this method of suicide what 2:37 did for wrist cutting.

Newsstand: November 19, 2009

Fears of Garbage Strike, Part Deux are rising precipitously as Friday's deadline looms. It's hard to say how things are proceeding at the secret talks, negotiated on behalf of 6,000 employees, but one thing is clear - both Miller and Union President Brian Cochrane go in for the descriptive language. Herewith, a scene of near-Mametian dialogue, comprised of the men's very own words: