15 Canadian Art & Fashion Talents on the Verge

Here at home we’re #blessed with some seriously talented designers, models, writers and photographers who have helped put Canadian style—in all its vastly different iterations—on the world stage. We chatted with 15 fresh-faced CAFA nominees about what’s next for Canadian art and fashion.

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The ladies of Enough Said tell it like it is

Cineplex Movie Blog – Hey ladies!

“I’m 53 and I wanna get it right and I’m trying very hard to do that.”

The “it” to which writer-director Nicole Holofcener is referring on this Saturday afternoon during the Toronto International Film Festival is relationships, or love, and the divorced mother of twin 16-year-old boys is in town to talk about a movie that reflects her current views on both.

“The idea that one man’s heaven is another man’s hell is what interested me,” she offers, seated at the head of a table surrounded by journalists. “Because I am someone’s hell, right? I’m an ex-wife. And I’m also my boyfriend’s heaven. How can that BE?” she asks with mock incredulity.

Must-see TIFF

Cineplex Movie Blog – The controversial, the hidden gems, the star-studded

With 288 features, 78 shorts and 70 countries represented, that’s a hefty amount of cast lists, synopses, video clips and trailers to power through on your way to making smart choices during TIFF and informed choices when said festival movies (eventually or potentially) hit theatres.

But seeing as how we’re in the business of films, and, like you, just plain stoked that the festival is poised to once again infuse our wonderful city with a tangible excitement around all things movies, we’ve gone ahead and made a list of our top choices that we deemed worthy based on story, talent involved, pre-fest hype, and sometimes just plain old curiosity.

Infinite Jest is kicking my ass

Infinite Jest, David Foster WallaceThis is the longest it’s ever taken me to read a book. And I’m not finished it yet.

Page 742, of 1079, of which, starting from page 983, are end notes labelled Notes and Errata.

I started reading David Foster Wallace’s opus in December, it’s late July, as an ill-fated attempt to start the world’s smallest book club with my boyfriend, who devoured it months ago. And I march on, undeterred. Okay, a little deterred.

Do I like it? Am I enjoying it? Is it really good? I get asked when someone notices the purplish-blue and yellow dictionary-sized book at my desk, under my arm or in my hands as I read on the subway. But given its back-and-forth structure, depth, length, creative wordplay (as in, he makes words up and throws in regional French here and there) and interweaving, minutely-detailed stories, not to mention the laborious end notes, which themselves sometimes go on for pages, enjoy isn’t quite the right word.

I can see its genius – yes genius – and plod on because I appreciate that it requires such active participation. Story lines that seemed superfluous and frayed 300 pages back are starting to be tethered to something resembling a narrative and there are fits of just mesmerizing storytelling and some eerily prophetic notions about our relationship to technology. But it’s work, let me tell you.

I’ve never really entertained the idea of abandoning it because I’m hoping that by page 1079, I’ll have that satisfying moment where I can see how the pieces fit together and GET IT. But it’s more likely the dearly departed Wallace will not make it that easy for me; he’s much too clever. I found it more than a little heartening when I discovered only yesterday that it took him five years to write this massive novel. My sluggish pace is about right then.

And the winking nod that is the title itself isn’t lost on me. I have considered that the novel, and getting people to read it, nevermind heap praise on it and eventually write university papers about its numerous themes or say use it as inspiration for a music video like The Decemberists or fake law firm names like “Parks and Recreation,” might be Wallace’s own immaculately rendered infinite jest. I’d like to think I’m in on the joke but then I’m sure everyone who’s read it would.

I really do want to finish it before the end of the summer and move on to something that, while nowhere near a beach read (I abhor the term and idea behind it), isn’t a literary albatross.

It’s certainly a book whose completion will feel more like an accomplishment than maybe anything else I’ve read by choice. It’s not for a grade and, now, not even for post-reading discussion; it’s just for me. Don’t tell me how it ends.

Beyond the blockbuster

Cineplex Movie Blog – Beyond the blockbuster: Other must-see summer movies

Men wearing iron suits, men made of steel, 3D decadence, battles in outer space, on ravaged planets, on sun-licked highways with enemies who take the form of everything from zombies to mercenaries to aliens to fast and furious cars to Benedict Cumberbatch: the summer is full of big movies making big money playing on big screens. As it should be.

But in case you want a coming-of-age tale where there’s no CGI, or feel like being tickled by a whip-smart romance that’s spanned two decades or check in with Sofia Coppola, we’ve got some stellar choices for you on our list of must-see movies that go beyond the blockbuster. Or rather are happening right beneath them.

Sit back with a cool drink and check out this list of Summer’s Other Must-See Movies.