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As next Friday is Boxing Day, we won't be publishing a Film Friday, so we guess this sort of serves as a holiday movie guide of all the films that we can remember which run in the next week and a bit. So let's pick something to start with. How about...Valkyrie? Easy pick, because you're probably sick to death of seeing Tom Cruise absolutely everywhere in support of this latest film from Bryan Singer, who has taken a break from making overlong and flatly unexciting superhero films to make what is apparently an overlong and flatly unexciting Nazi thriller. Still, if there's one thing this film has reminded us, it's that although we get no pleasure from watching Cruise on screen (honestly; without him, Tropic Thunder could have been significantly better) he at least gives his all to the promotion of any film he's in. He either really cares or he's really good at doing what he's told!

According to the New York Post (which cites the National Post's Shinan Govani, though we sure can't find anything about this on the Post's website), someone in Toronto, somewhere, has Tom Cruise's BlackBerry. Cruise, in town to promote Valkyrie and to be poked fun at, lost it sometime after an Entertainment Tonight Canada interview. It's a shame that Cruise let such a valuable and prized possession slip out of his grasp. What's next? Katie?

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If you passed the Church of Scientology’s Toronto chapter at Yonge & St. Mary on Sunday, you may have momentarily entertained a dark fantasy that Tom Cruise would emerge from the masked masses amid gales of manic laughter, igniting the dissenting throng with bolts of righteous lightning.

City councillor wants to bring in the army—literally—to fight gangs. Torontoist ultimately decided to link to the Star's version of this story over Holy Shit Somebody Actually Said That Weekly. You are welcome. Mitt Romney delivers passionate speech defending religious plurality in America. The gist of the speech is thus: "Don't be intolerant of me because I am a Mormon; be intolerant of those agnostics and atheists over there who should not even be...

Torontoist is one of fourteen cities in the worldwide Gothamist network. Once a week, the editors of each site—from LAist to Londonist—compile some of their most interesting posts into a brief blurb. It's Elsewhere In The Ist-A-Verse, and it appears, across the network, every Sunday.

It's not entirely clear how or when R. Kelly's hip-hop opera "Trapped in the Closet" became a Zeitgeist. Part music video, part soap opera, it—while verging on self-parody throughout—has spawned parodies by everyone from South Park (which used it to make fun of Tom Cruise and John Travolta, among others) to Weird Al (who used it to make fun of fast food. Oh Weird Al!). What is clear is why it's been embraced by seemingly everyone in the entire universe: it's simultaneously the greatest and most confusing thing that any mainstream rap artist, nay, any musician, has ever done.

web site. On the weekend there was a photo story called Catwalk Slideshow (highlighting the best of Paris fashion week).

So, we’ve been busy enough with Hot Docs to almost forget that they, you know, are releasing films which aren’t documentaries this week (madness!) Indeed, craziness of craziness, they’re even holding other festivals this week! So we’d feel terrible if we forgot to mention the Toronto Jewish Film Festival, opening tomorrow night with a showing of Jesus is Magic, Sarah Silverman’s concert film which, to our memory, did rather well as a Midnight Madness showing at TIFF 2005. An unusual choice for the fest, however! All thoughts of her ethnicity aside, do we (that’s Torontoist) actually like Sarah Silverman? We can’t tell. She was in Mr. Show, okay, so she gets a million points for that. But her solo shtick (“I’m sexy and say horrible things!”) is a bit… I mean, yawn, right? I guess if you found The Aristocrats funny this might float your boat.

And finally, according to the son of Il Richlerino, Le Select is on the move, to King from Queen, with little in between. We're worried. What if they decide to retire the bread pulleys? We only go there for the bread pulleys (a bald faced lie, but TOist does appreciate their carbohydrate kitsch. Atkins would shudder at bread's elevated status in the resto!) And how will they transport those age-old art posters, likely affixed to the wall with sort of crumbling scotch tape? We have questions, but no answers. Rather like the Henry Darger doc now playing at the Camera.