It’s 8:40 ayem in Toronto on the first day of the festival, and a loud rumble was just heard over the city, followed by rain showers. Not a “bad omen” or anything, but I’m thinking twice about catching the 9:30 a.m. screening of The President’s Last Bang…because I don’t have an umbrella and it’s warm and cozy where I’m sitting. And no, I don’t anticipate that my Toronto Film Festival “Word” items over the next nine or ten days will be as banal as this one.