In past film fests, we could usually thank foreigners for savaging the U.S. But this time around, it's mostly American filmmakers whose spot-on critiques of the zeitgeist double as razor-sharp entertainment.
The past day's crop of films has ranged from moderately interesting to guilty pleasure.
Sunday in Toronto saw three films back to back that offered powerful, sometimes disturbing ruminations on the idea of family.
8. You've always heard that Tracy Morgan is a lunatic on stage, but you've never experienced it for yourself.
The Oscar telecast was a bloated and overdone spectacle that left us bewildered, unenthusiastic and exhausted. The show wasn't a complete train wreck, but it came pretty close.
Did you know that, like the actors who receive Academy Awards for their outstanding performances, each of us plays the leading role in our own life's movie?
In sixty years there's never been worse hosts. Suffering through that excruciating opening was like reliving my Uncle Lou's 75th birthday party at Sr. George's Smorgasbord.
British talent excelling in Hollywood is not a new phenomenon. But as the downturn takes hold there are fewer roles and fewer quality films: that makes British success all the more striking.
It's the simplest idea imaginable: a blue collar family in England flops down on the couch and watches the telly. Quite literally, that's it for The Royle Family , a hillariously brilliant classic.
James Spader over James Gandolfini??? Sally Field over Edie Falco? Ricky Gervais over Alec Baldwin?? Thomas Hayden Church over anybody??? What was the Television Academy thinking??