|
|

Alice Higgins Professor of Wymyn's Studies University of Toronto
Report from the Toronto International Film Festival
Duty calls, sisters!
Because of my stature in the city, and my employment as a "critic" of "film" with this wretched "website", it is with a "heavy heart" that I must temporarily suspend the viewing of the usual faecal matter that
Ball-ywood churns out of its intestines to report on the more mature
film "art" that tends to predominate this type of event.
For those not familiar, the Toronto International Film Festival is
widely considered to be the greatest, most prestigious festival
outside the flesh-fest that is Cannes. Previous high-profile and award-winning
titles to make their debut at the festival include Training Day (a
phallus-fest if ever I've seen one!) and American Beauty (Which
should
have been called American Booty).
To be honest, it's kind of like going to a buffet restaurant which
features international cuisine, only to realize that each selection
in front of you features nothing but excretia, and excretia from several
different countries. Plus, it gives me a chance to get away from the
disgusting cock-wavers who are trying to ply me for course credit
acting as my intern (thank you once again, government of Canada.)
I'd honestly hoped going into this that I'd be pleasantly surprised.
Below, please find my reviews of the films I've seen so far.
Ararat (Bruce Greenwood, Arsinee Kharnijan):
Crap
The Heart Of Me (Paul Bettany, Helena Bonham Carter):
Crap
White Oleander (Michelle Pfeiffer):
Crap
The Good Thief (Nick Nolte):
Crap
Personal Velocity (Kyra Sedgwick):
Crap
Welcome To Collinwood (George Clooney):
Crap
Auto Focus (Greg Kinnear):
Crap
Bubba Ho-Tep (Bruce Campbell, Ossie Davis):
Pseudo-revisionist crap.
Days Of Heaven (Richard Gere):
Crap with a subtle aroma of cedar chips
Bowling For Columbine (Michael Moore):
Leftist poseur crap
I believe my point has been made.
Once again, my sisters, you have been warned!
|
|
|