I paid an extra $50 to hop on a 12 noon plane out of Toronto. If I was extra hardcore I would hump myself and my three bags up to Lincoln Center and pick up my New York Film Festival credentials…but I’m not. I’m amazed that last night’s peep-peep car riff was taken seriously. I was Sacha Baron Cohen-ing about the sad machismo that guys infuse into their attitudes about cars. I’d drive a dinky rig like that. I’ve never owned a muscle car in my life.