After a slow morning I caught three Toronto Film Festival films this afternoon — Justin Chadwick‘s Mandela: Long Road to Freedom at noon, John Carney‘s Can A Song Save Your Life? at around 2:15 or 2:30 and then Stephen Frears‘ Philomena at 4:30 pm. I had issues with all three (a lot of people did), although Philomena is clearly the best of the three. And then I shuffled back to the pad and took a 45-minute nap. And now I need to attend an 8:30 pm Gravity party (i.e. more Alfonso Cuaron) followed by a screening of Ron Howard‘s Rush (my second viewing) at Roy Thomson Hall followed by a Rush party starting at around 11:30 pm. I haven’t been able to file a damn thing. Tomorrow morning, I’m thinking.
I had to hang around the Dallas Buyers’ Club party until 1:15 am in order to snap Jared Leto, who is unquestionably the big breakout “everybody’s talkin'” guy of the Toronto Film Festival and an all-but-guaranteed Best Supporting Actor nominee. Indiewire‘s Anne Thompson was disagreeing with me (and virtually the rest of the world) about this prediction, and so we agreed to get into a back-and-forth about it. She’s dead wrong. Deadline‘s Pete Hammond said that Leto’s touching performance as Matthew McConaughey‘s cross-dressing drug-distribution partner is analagous to Chris Sarandon‘s performance as Leon in Dog Day Afternoon.

Dallas Buyers Club costar and likely Oscar contender Jared Leto last night at Cibo on King Street, where the after-party was held.

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After three-plus-years of delay and fiddling around, Bernard McMahon's Becoming Led Zeppelin, an obsequious 2021 doc about the early glory days of arguably the greatest metal-rock band of all time, is opening in IMAX today in roughly 200 theaters. Sony Pictures Classics is distributing. All I can say is, it...
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