The curtains have finally dropped on the 27th Toronto International Film Festival, considered by many, myself included, as one of the best editions ever. After an exhausting 10-day celluloid bash which featured 345 films, 180 of them world and North American premieres, from 50 countries, my retinas have closed down while caffeine has found a permanent home in my body.
September, 1999. Toronto. I’m sitting at the grand and glorious Uptown Theatre on Yonge Street on a sunny Sunday morning sipping down my java and reading some press clippings before the show. The room is jammed tight and a nervous chatter rolls softly in the air.
The Lincoln Center has just announced their final line up for this year’s festival, which runs from Friday September 27 to Sunday, October 13, 2002. Final dates, locations and showtimes should be announced in the coming weeks.
As a film snob, I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time. When I would be able to catch not just one or two but the majority of Andrei Tarkovsky’s works on the silver screen. Long time readers of FilmJerk know that I have an unwritten policy to not see certain films until I have the chance to see them for the first time in a movie theatre. So if you live anywhere near New York City during the latter part of September, and you consider yourself a fan of cinema, you must make the trek to the Walter Reade Theatre in Lincoln Center to catch one of the following screenings (and thank you to the Lincoln Center for allowing us to reprint their notes and schedule for this festival):
Sundance 2002 just ended, and I’ve gotten a few emails from readers asking “Why didn’t you covering Sundance this year?”. To which I can answer only one way…
I refuse to cover something that is a fraud.
The end of the 26th annual Toronto International Film Festival was really an end to an unexpected and shocking week. Already subdued from last year’s anniversary festivities, this year’s fest was more a celebration of the films rather then a red-carpet rollout for the stars. After the horrific events of Sept. 11 unfolded, that motto was solidified. After one day of cancellations, the festival rolled on, acting as a beacon of perseverance in the face of tragedy. As festival director Piers Handling put it, “we found solace in each other, occasionally losing ourselves in film.”