Never gets old.
I FUCKING TOLD YOU.
If you went through this ……
And this ……
And this ….
The way he makes her smile …
And the way they hold on to each other for assurance …
You know that you don’t give a shit about what non shippers say. (We all are Ron in this case)
HELL EVEN VOLDEMORT SHIPS THEM! HERE IS THE PROOF!
Damn right especially the last part
Harry and Hermione - hugging.
“Well she got me the job at Potter, practically, so for anyone who doesn’t know that story, I basically owe everything to Maggie Smith because I worked with her on David Copperfield and then she came on to Potter as McGonagall and said to the director, ‘You need to audition this boy.’ So I kind of owe her everything, so to Maggie I just say my fairy godmother.” — Daniel Radcliffe (on the first thing that comes to mind about Maggie)
“Daniel was so lovely to work with. I’m so glad I insisted they see him for the part.” — Maggie Smith (on being part of the Harry Potter films)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Hopefully, though unlikely, with a bondage-gear Hermione on their back.
Friday - 8:35 pm - Bloor subway heading east - The gender issues are awful and I’m sure there’s a better 1:40 cut of Horns than the 2:02 cut, but I sort of don’t care… the movie was SO much fun to watch. Trigger warnings aplenty, particularly in the second half, but that movie is lush and plush and left me flushed. It’s been a good year for this - the somnambulant blood fever of Only Lovers Left Alive last night, or Stoker earlier this year, have left me hungry for a spot of blood or a pair of lips or both. I’ve no idea what the fuck the movie is trying to say - I doubt it does, either - but whatever it is, it’s shouting it. Radcliffe emerging from the smoky bar surrounded by riots he’s caused within and without, as “Personal Jesus” explodes across the soundtrack, is this year’s definition of sublime.
Now me and Bex have done back-to-back TIFFs with Watson and Radcliffe - hope Rupert Grint shows up next year so we can loudly *not go.*
Saturday - 12:56 p.m. - 501 streetcar heading west, heavy rain - Wasn’t happy with the first Vine, wasn’t happy with the third Vine; was okay with the second, thought it was interesting. Fourth Vine though, the Horns Vine, that was the first one that made me think that Vining a film reaction was actually possible.
Bailing out of the rest of last night turned out to be the most specifically wonderful thing I’ve ever done for myself in the middle of a TIFF in 15 years of going to the festival. Treasure and balance. This morning I warmed up for the 3-hour movie I’ll watch this afternoon by watching The Hobbit, at 3 hours long. Which, I’m now thinking (and in the wake of a disastrous blockbuster season), is perhaps the most underappreciated movie of 2012. That’s worth a column, closer to The Desolation of Smaug, when I’m not balancing my iPad on my knees on a streetcar in the rain.
Saturday, 7:20 p.m. - the Starbucks next to the Best Buy at Bay and Dundas, weather unsettled - Emerged from Blue is the Warmest Colour - too long by half, but Adele Exarchopoulos was incredible - and beelined straight up to Bay St. Video to pick up The Story of Film, which Thursday night’s screenings readily reminded me was long overdue. Screening of Blue delayed at the Scotiamount by the onset of abject pandemonium in the lobby beforehand, either because of the rain, or the Gravity screening, or both. Today feels like the film festival - running up and down town, consistently five minutes late, tossing keys through a car window before meeting Sasha and Lindsay for a quick dinner. Quick upload/wi-fi break at the Starbucks, then down to the Winter Garden to screen The Double, plus two more after that. Still no podcast.
If 2013 has taught me anything, it’s that rules were made to be broken. So this year on TIFF’s programme book release date, no Benny, no front to back walk through the book, no equal consideration given to each programme. This year, I worked from the inside out - Midnight, Vanguard, Docs, then Contemporary World and Masters, then everything else. This year, no second choices (Bs and Cs) on my shortlist - just Ms (Musts) and As (first choices). It’s simpler. This year there was the impossible girl, and a bench next to Roy Thompson Hall, and several unhurried days to get it done. This year, no rush. Rushing comes later.Read more