Lee Quarrie's new film, Patchwork Dreams, is an inspiring account of a Chinese seamstress's triumph over the forces of inequity. It's a story with a powerful lesson about the nature of being: Beauty can be found everywhere, even in the depths of despair.
In order to ensure more women's voices receive recognition, and that more women have a chance to move up in rank while making media, the key to creating more equality needs to take place behind the scenes.
Now Toronto is upon us, with its brain-scrambling lineup of 300 films, a healthy 90 by women directors -- up more than 20 percent from last year's fest. Of the 17 high-profile Galas, 6 titles are by women.
Could women really be less interested in the seemingly universal (and universally terrifying) theme of the world's end? Doubtful. So why aren't there more women-penned apocalyptic cultural offerings out there?