The sidewalk sunlight was hell — I felt like Lawrence of Arabia‘s Gasim baking in the Nefud desert — as I stood for 90 minutes on King Street yesterday. I was a rush line to get into a public screening of Barrymore. I was sweating and melting, and I was beginning to smell like a gym towel on top of that. I will never again suffer like this in order to get into a TIFF public screening.

September 10, 2011by Jeffrey Wells2 Comments