There isn’t an honest moment in all 96 minutes of Traffik.
Took the train to British Columbia Thursday for the Vancouver International Film Festival, one of the five largest fests in North America (377 films this year), from which I'll be reporting for the next week. Checked into my hotel, looked out the window and had a moment of Polanski déjà vu from "The Tenant" (1976): I didn't see myself looking back at myself, but I think that's me in the window below, writing this post. So far I have no urge to jump or put on a wig. More as it develops...
A tribute to the late Oscar-winning filmmaker, Milos Forman.