Aloha feels like several films at once, crammed together and sped up, with results that are emotionally hollow and narratively confusing.
Tomorrow (Wednesday) I hit the air for the 2007 Toronto International Film Festival. I can't believe how much stuff I miss in Seattle simply because of busyness, laziness and/or inertia. But in Toronto I can go full-throttle (watching, talking, eating, blogging -- OK, I'm getting tired already), concentrating completely on the movies at hand. My customary Seattle-Toronto companions are Dave McCoy, Kathleen Murphy and Richard T. Jameson -- and this year I plan to catch up with some of my fellow bloggers, such as Girish Shambu and Andy Horbal (whom I've never met). And Roger's going to be back again!!! (Meanwhile, Dennis, I've sent you something else to keep you occupied and out of trouble while we're gone. Wish you could join us.)
For now, I've got an earworm that just won't quit: "Oh, Canada!"
Having once made the statement above, I have declined all opportunities to ...
An essay on how technology has rendered us a one-handed species.
An FFC writes about the use of Giuseppe Verdi's "Dies Irae" in "Mad Max: Fury Road".
A final film report from Cannes on two of the last films for 2015: an update of Macbeth and an environmental document...