Whoooo…gloomy Toronto, darkness and shadows, such long faces, etc. What does it say about our times and our culture that a big-deal film festival is in such a downer mood? One of the most despairing movies being screened at Toronto is a real drink-from-the-dregs, life-can- definitely-suck story about post-traumatic stress syndrome, currents of futility and rage in young people, middle-aged alcoholism, a guy walking around with hooks instead of hands, economic hurt, infidelity, etc. Why can’t there be more in the way of positive portraits?
