Today is August 30, 2009.
Second last day of the 8th month of the year.
28 days from August 3, 2009, when I saw “Departures” at Carlton theatre and had one of the most emotional cinema experiences of my life.
355 days from September 10th, 2008, when I saw “The Hurt Locker” and “Slumdog Millionaire” at Ryerson theatre as part of TIFF 2008.
725 days from September 6th, 2007, when I accidentally had my first TIFF experience while walking past Roy Thompson Hall, and ended up seeing “Fugitive Pieces” at the opening night gala.
Approximately 13 years from my first cinema experience, at the little theater that used to reside in the building attached to Dundas subway station, beside Eaton Center in Toronto. I recall bits and pieces of the film, but can’t be sure what it was.
12 days from September 10th, 2009, when TIFF 2009 opens.
My love affair with film runs long and deep, and is inexplicably intertwined with my respect for the power of language.
In a way, cinema is an entire language of its own, elevating the written words from their pages into a multi-dimension visceral experience. I will never claim that movies are better than books. But a great one can be. And it’s always fun to watch creative, passionate people attempt to reach greatness.
The world is a playground, life is pushing my swing…and cinema is the wind that caresses my face, breezes through my hair, and lifts me up, higher and higher.