(In one of the finest works at Toronto, Julia Loktev's The Loneliest Planet, a young couple drifts through the almost supernatural strangeness of Georgia. Image courtesy of the Toronto International Film Festival.)
I’ve just returned from a whirlwind five and a half day jaunt to Toronto.
These are the films I saw, and what I’ll be writing about the next few days.
That Summer (Philippe Garrel)
In Darkness (Agnieszka Holland)
The Deep Blue Sea (Terrence Davies)
Killer Joe (William Friedkin)
My Sister’s Sister (Lynn Shelton)
A Dangerous Method (David Cronenberg)
The Loneliest Planet (Julia Loktev)
The Descendants (Alexander Payne)
Wuthering Heights (Andrea Arnold)
Shame (Steve McQueen)
Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (Nuri Bilge Ceylan)
A Better Life (Cedric Kahn)
Damsels in Distress (Whit Stillman)
Union Square (Nancy Savoca)
Faust (Alexander Sokoruv)
Rampart (Oren Moverman)
Dark Horse (Todd Solondz)
Life Without Principle (Johnnie To)
Violet and Daisy (Geoffrey Fletcher)
That Day (Douglas Aarniokoski)
I liked a lot of what I saw, and have the usual misgivings about what I missed or failed to catch up with. With such an abbreviated festival, I wanted to immerse myself in the festival and think and write about the films later.