If you go looking for Time‘s pre-Toronto Film Festival coverage online you’ll have to dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig (like the Seven Dwarfs in the diamond mine), which is strange considering that the TIFF is on the cover of Time‘s Canadian print edition. But the stories, written last week by Richard Corliss, Susan Catto and Rebecca Winters-Keegan are there — one about the hot tickets, one about TIFF co-chiefs Piers Handling and Noah Cowan, one about three local TIFF junkies.

In the opening graph of the Handling-Cowan profile, Corliss writes that “you know your film festival is a hit when people nearly kill each other to get into the screening of a movie they couldn’t be paid to see elsewhere. At last year’s Toronto International Film Festival, that film was the British docudrama Death of a President, which imagined the assassination of George W. Bush and the tracking of his killer. Outside the theater, people begged to get in as if it were the one and only Beatles reunion. Yet when the film opened in North America a month later, it earned just $519,086. No matter, at least to festival junkies. Toronto — TIFF to its fans — had chalked up another sensation.”

Well, c’mon…the struggle to catch every film at just about any film festival has the same after-residue. It is hugely important to get into a film (and sometimes it actuallly is), but when I don’t get there in time and I can’t wangle my way in, I calm myself down by saying that nine months from now, the film I’m trying to see will be on the shelf at Lazer Blazer…and chances are I’ll rent something else when I come across it.