In Enough Said, 52-year-old Dreyfus has never looked more fetching, and the late, great Gandolfini is finally allowed to be a leading man who looked like -- well, like a lot of the leading men in our own lives.
Behold: the cerulean sparkle of the Cote d'Azur, the endless waft of chain-smoked Gitanes over the Croisette, the private yachts. Cannes. And its megaton line-up has arched the eyebrow of even the most indifferent cineastes this year.
This year's Toronto Film Festival offers fewer must-see high profile films or auteurist masterworks than in the past. It's the ensemble of films -- their variety, range, and sheer cojones -- that's rewarding.