So let’s curate our own film festival instead, what do you say? Forget the myriad 10 Films to See at TIFF lists, which are no good to us since we are not there, and indulge in this list of 10 Films Not At TIFF to See
10 Not-at-TIFF Movies to See
Wimbledon. TIFF opens with Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris’s “Battle of the Sexes”, chronicling the 1973 tennis match in which Billie Jean King stomped Bobby Riggs, which, as a tennis fan, I am sorta curious to see. But we will have to make due with “Wimbledon” (2004) instead, with a familiar plot and a wheezy evil father that still gets by via Kirsten Dunst and Paul Bettany’s B+ banter, less King v Riggs than, say, Martina Hingis playing mixed doubles with John McEnroe.
Telephone Video. While we just spent some time semi-lampooning film festivals, we would be remiss if we failed to state for the record how sad we are to miss the premiere of Lady Gaga’s documentary “Five Foot Two”, even if it will be re-premiere a couple weeks later (September 22) on Netflix. So we will find solace on Day 2 by re-familarizing ourselves with the unimpeachable glory of Stefani’s soda can curler wig.
A Fond Kiss. Ken Loach’s more socially, religiously conscious spin on Romeo & Juliet bore obvious similarities to this year’s “The Big Sick.” I don’t necessarily like one more than the other but I really liked “A Fond Kiss”, and I dare say it is likely less seen stateside so, hey, let’s put it in the program for Not-at-Tiff ’17.
10 Things I Hate About You. Haven’t you heard, dude? The nineties are back. The Julia Stiles Resurgence begins here.
Stay Cool. No doubt,
Sunshine. The recent Total Solar Eclipse got us in the mood for Danny Boyle’s almost-but-mostly-anyway mega-brilliant 2007 sci-fi film in which a future mission to save mankind by re-starting a faltering sun requisitely goes awry. It is more contemplative, even spiritual, than that sounds, like the scene when the whole crew sits down to watch Mercury orbit around the solar system’s most vaunted star, which, because I pitifully bring everything down to movies, is what I thought of as Earth was gripped by Eclipse fever.
Mr. Jealousy. “Mr. Jealousy”, which is sort of to Noah Baumbach what, say, “The Killing” was to Stanley Kubrick, an early film not as often discussed in terms of his overall oeuvre, was screened twenty years ago at TIFF 1997 and is due not so much for a re-examination as a simple re-visitation.
Broken Noses. That faux-athletic abomination of a money grab from a few weeks ago having finally receded into the garbage vapors where it belonged from the get-go, let’s re-visit pugilism from something of a slightly purer angle with this 1987 Bruce Weber documentary set at the Mount Scott Boxing Club in Oregon.
Amber Waves. No, not a fake Lifetime biopic about the Julianne Moore character in “Boogie Nights”, which is naturally what I thought too, but an extremely early made-for-TV entry in the Kurt Russell canon where, per IMDb, “Two seemingly disparate men experience powerful life lessons when a wheat harvester gives a hitch-hiking male model a ride on what feels to be the worst day of their lives” which is a synopsis that pushes past Must See to Can’t Miss.
Adventures in Babysitting. If no one else is celebrating the 30th anniversary of this Chris Columbus adaptation of the famed forgotten Homer epic poem then, dammit, we sure will.
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