Day 6: September 9
There were a couple of musical-oriented highlights today.
Got to go to the School of Rock press conference. Pretty sparse in terms
of press attendance, but a fair number of the cast were on hand to field our
silly questions. Black was in good form, and I even teased him into singing
some Meatloaf. All good.
Then, in the screening of Festival
Express, sat behind the Band's Garth Hudson for the flick. He's looking a
little road weary (he always looked like some mad mountain man, but now, with
the shock of white hair, he's quite spooky... in a good rock and roll way, that
is.) Still, a privilege to be in a room with the guy. Robbie Robertson showed
up just to give the man his best. He looks tanned and Californian, while Garth
still looks the part of a man who saw it all, did it all, and lived to tell the
The Yes Men press/industry screening was packed. I'm
always interested in how many senior industry people show up for these anti-big
business docs. I wonder what multi-millionaires get out of a message movie like
this. It's the same with Michael Moore's films, they really do play pretty
well, even if they seem to attack many of the members of the audience. I guess
that anything, even anti-commodification docs, can be objectively analyzed as a
commodity. One day, when I've got my millions, I'll let you guys know,
The Yes Men
Directed by: Dan
Ollman, Sarah Price, Chris Smith
Forget prank phonecalls and
stealing celebrities' cars - these guys punk'd the WTO. A doc put together by
the team that made the extraordinary American Movie, this is a tale of
throwing pie in the face of the political elite. Comes complete with inflatable
penis and gold lamé costume. Certainly worth seeing, and the fest is
your best chance to see it - aparently, they played a bit fast and loose with
gaining clearance from the subjects of their film.
Goodbye , Dragon Inn
by: Tsai Ming-Liang
The horror, the horror.
It's a movie
about the closing of a movie palace projected in the pristine, sterile Bader
theatre (hellooo, Uptown 2...). Long, boring shots. Reallllly long boring
shots. Woman walks up stairs, woman walks down stairs. The end.
Here's an idea - have a concert in Toronto, then get on
a train to go West, young people, and play the 'Peg and other towns along the
way. Genius. Except, of course, for all those hippies who feel entitled
to free stuff.
Man, what were they smoking? Oh, yeah, right.
Locked away in the archives for decades, the film looks
exceptional, and sounds even better. Janis' performances are definitive, even
better than those shot at Monteray. The trip of it all was the synergy of
having all these crazy cats on a train, with overnight jam sessions devolving
into musical and medicinal debauchery. Groovy, this one be.
Ye olde cursed-house-cuz-child-and-mom-were-killed
Japanese midnight flick. Creepy kids are always, well, creepy. Enough distorted
colour palates and shock cues to keep you up for the night, at least long
enough to get to the credits.