Toronto Update: Celebrity Stalking, Canadian-Style
I really have to commend my Canadian friends for their wherewithal. Not until 3 straight late, late nights of manic bar-hopping, street-walking, cab-taking, and camera-readying -- did I finally get to speak with an actual celebrity -- the above-pictured and oft-admired Greg Kinnear. Because I know you're wondering: He was friendly, genuine, cute, and patient with the likes of me at 1:30 a.m. on a Wednesday night.
As for other celebrity goings on... I have a few red-carpet pics to post when I return home, including the aforementioned Julianne Moore; the side of Reese Witherspoon and the top of Joaquin Phoenix's head; Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick; and a fleeting shot of Maggie Gyllenhaal. Please stand by.
In terms of actual movies, I saw "Dave Chappelle's Block Party" (not my kind of thing, I must admit) and then the world premiere of "Walk the Line." The latter was in a super-cool huge theater, and like most (all?) film festival movies I presume, there was a bit of pre-movie prep by the movie's producer. The actors were in the house, but unfortunately they did not speak. Or sing. Which apparently they do for real in the film. Impressive. Anyway... Though it surely was a good movie, with excellent performances and great music, I couldn't get this (bad, I know) Chandler-esque one-liner out of my head for the last 30 minutes: I liked this movie better when it was called RAY.
We also got to go to the "Line" after-party, which was not attended by Reese or Joaquin but still did manage to entertain by way of live music and free wine. Oh and yes, I got my suitcase back at long last! I was thinking about all the unlucky, un-celebrity-related things that happened to me while in the lovely city of Toronto:
1. Luggage lost by Air Canada for 48 hours.
2. Passport (which I forgot at home, and Bryan FedExed) lost by my hotel for 6 hours.
3. I'm staying on the 13th floor.
Maybe that's it actually. Oh well and also perhaps you can count insane toiletry shopping trips, printer troubles at the office, and the fact that the only time I decided to get room service, they told me they can't deliver because the service elevator is broken. Or perhaps not.
But I digress. Many many thanks to Greg, Dave, and Claire for getting tickets and hosting and staying out late on school nights! I had a blast. Photos and final thoughts to follow from SF this weekend. Oh and thank you most of all, Greg Kinnear. May you attend the rest of the film fest in peace.
I really have to commend my Canadian friends for their wherewithal. Not until 3 straight late, late nights of manic bar-hopping, street-walking, cab-taking, and camera-readying -- did I finally get to speak with an actual celebrity -- the above-pictured and oft-admired Greg Kinnear. Because I know you're wondering: He was friendly, genuine, cute, and patient with the likes of me at 1:30 a.m. on a Wednesday night.
As for other celebrity goings on... I have a few red-carpet pics to post when I return home, including the aforementioned Julianne Moore; the side of Reese Witherspoon and the top of Joaquin Phoenix's head; Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick; and a fleeting shot of Maggie Gyllenhaal. Please stand by.
In terms of actual movies, I saw "Dave Chappelle's Block Party" (not my kind of thing, I must admit) and then the world premiere of "Walk the Line." The latter was in a super-cool huge theater, and like most (all?) film festival movies I presume, there was a bit of pre-movie prep by the movie's producer. The actors were in the house, but unfortunately they did not speak. Or sing. Which apparently they do for real in the film. Impressive. Anyway... Though it surely was a good movie, with excellent performances and great music, I couldn't get this (bad, I know) Chandler-esque one-liner out of my head for the last 30 minutes: I liked this movie better when it was called RAY.
We also got to go to the "Line" after-party, which was not attended by Reese or Joaquin but still did manage to entertain by way of live music and free wine. Oh and yes, I got my suitcase back at long last! I was thinking about all the unlucky, un-celebrity-related things that happened to me while in the lovely city of Toronto:
1. Luggage lost by Air Canada for 48 hours.
2. Passport (which I forgot at home, and Bryan FedExed) lost by my hotel for 6 hours.
3. I'm staying on the 13th floor.
Maybe that's it actually. Oh well and also perhaps you can count insane toiletry shopping trips, printer troubles at the office, and the fact that the only time I decided to get room service, they told me they can't deliver because the service elevator is broken. Or perhaps not.
But I digress. Many many thanks to Greg, Dave, and Claire for getting tickets and hosting and staying out late on school nights! I had a blast. Photos and final thoughts to follow from SF this weekend. Oh and thank you most of all, Greg Kinnear. May you attend the rest of the film fest in peace.
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