TIFF Diary: Ten Years Gone.

Ten years ago tonight I had dinner in Toronto with my good friend Jim Anderson (who used to come north with me for TIFF, before he fell in love and headed to the west coast, and what’s up with that, anyway?). We ate creole food on the patio of a restaurant across King Street from the Roy Thomson Theater, watching the red carpet action from a respectable distance; then we went across the street to stand in a ridiculous rush line before watching the world premiere of Fred Schepisi’s Last Orders.

You may never have heard of that film — it didn’t make much of a splash. But it starred Helen Mirren, Bob Hoskins, Ray Winstone and Michael Caine and concerned a group of old friends reuniting to dispose of the remains of one of their own. It’s a somber movie of death and life and reflection, which makes it oddly relevant to this particular anecdote. (It’s also a really good movie — I watched it again with my dad last year about this time, and it held up remarkably well.)

I passed that bistro tonight on my way back to my hotel, with Viggo Mortensen being interviewed across the street for A Dangerous Method. It’s not the path I have found myself taking so far on this trip, but for some reason I opted for the road less traveled tonight.

So little has changed, and so much. On my way up to TIFF this week I chatted with my 360|365 colleague about the 9/11 anniversary, and I wondered if there would be any overt remembrance of the event up here. So far nothing has popped onto my radar screen, which doesn’t mean nothing is happening — once again, I’m here watching movies, and the rest of the world is reduced to headlines on newspapers on cafe tables.

One of the first things I did after hearing about the towers on Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001, was try to call my friend who had been working in the financial district. I didn’t get him until the following day, but when I asked him what he thought would happen to the WTC complex, his response (and mind you, this was 30 hours after it happened) was that they should just be rebuilt, so New Yorkers could get back to work and the world could see how we couldn’t be stopped. (Rich, I’m sorry if I’m misquoting you; it’s been a while.)

TIFF, perhaps understandably, has embraced that idea more easily than New York City. The festival is bigger and better (OK, bigger) than ever, with a shiny new headquarters, a longer schedule, and more glitz than I knew existed. It will always seem weird that I’m here each year for the dark anniversary of that singularly American event. But in its own way, it helps serve as just another reminder of something we had a harder time appreciating in the immediate days following 9/11/01: that life goes on.


Life Goes On (Without Me).

Americans have no manners. Even with the biggest film festival in North America about to start only three hours away, we still can’t resist making everything about us. So rather than close down Rochester’s cultural offerings for 10 days – which would really be the decent thing to do – I’m going to miss a whole bunch of amazing Rochester stuff while in the Great White North. Here are the top seven:

  1. The Clothesline Art Festival at the Memorial Art Gallery. If you’ve never gone, check out Clothesline – you’ll be hooked. (Get it?)
  2. The opening of Contagion by Steven Soderbergh (also opening in an IMAX version, which bothers me a little bit) and Warrior, with gonna-be-a-big-star-any-minute-now Tom Hardy. (You’d be surprised how invisible new releases become during TIFF.)
  3. The Image/OUT Festival Fair, an event at the Planetarium that presages Rochester’s upcoming gay & lesbian film festival.
  4. The brilliant zombie satire Shaun of the Dead and Tex Avery shorts at the Dryden Theatre this weekend.
  5. The RIT Big Shot: Painting with Light, an original documentary about an amazing photo project, premiering at 8pm Thursday on WXXI. Yeah, it’ll be on again. But still.
  6. The intriguing doc Gasland over at the Little Theatre for one night only on Thursday, Sept. 8; and Miranda July’s The Future, opening for a regular run the following day.
  7. Terry and Jones. (What? It’s my blog, and I’ll miss them. What of it?)

Run For The Border.

September, I’m told, kicks off the unofficial scouting season for new and compelling entries in the annual 360|365 Film Festival, held each May (as if you didn’t know). And so tomorrow my esteemed 360|365 colleague Linda Moroney and I will brave the QEW and head to Toronto for a week at the Toronto International Film Festival — my 14th TIFF (and the 20th anniversary of my first time), but my first without a press pass and without my traditional seat-of-the-pants approach to seeing whatever I want.

A programmer’s agenda is different at one of these things than a critic’s. As a reviewer, it was my job (or so I saw it) to find the movies that people were going to be excited about, watch them, and be ready with a critical take when those films made their way to Rochester. That usually meant fighting crowds of press for good seats at the biggest screening rooms to watch films jockeying for position on the Best Picture Oscar ballot. (Each year, Toronto is widely considered the starting gun for Oscar season.)

As a programmer, though, it’s my job to find movies that people aren’t necessarily expecting — the offbeat, the underappreciated, the little guys — and help put a spotlight on them. I’ll be seeing more foreign films, more docs, and more true independent and experimental movies that haven’t necessarily found their way yet. And while film festivals should arguably have something for everyone, I have to say I’m more than a little excited at the prospect of going to TIFF for the first time with a mission of true discovery.

Oh, and The Descendants. I’m going to have to find a way to see that. It opens wide in December, so it won’t be at 360|365, but what can I do? I love Alexander Payne.


Take Two.

Why Rochester Film Journal?

Because Rochester is my home, and probably always will be. Because this city and its surroundings deserve to be specifically lauded as the birthplace (literal or otherwise) of film; and because movies – as modern society’s still reigning form of popular art – can endure another collection of unsolicited opinions from the digital peanut gallery.

And, uh … because I bought the name two years ago, and it still works.

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You can read more about me elsewhere on this site, if that’s your idea of a good time, but in a nutshell: My name is Erich Van Dussen. I’ve lived in and around Rochester, NY, for most of my life. I love movies and I love writing, and for most of my adult life I’ve been lucky to have opportunities to combine those two passions in one form or another. Along the way, I began to figure out how to really do what I’d been trying to do all along – take all those wonky ruminations about film that were filling my skull, and make sense of them with words on a page.

Volume 1 of this enterprise began two years ago, after I lost my dependable weekly column (after over a decade) with a local newspaper chain. In response, I tried too hard, came up with an online magazine format that was simply unsustainable for one person with an unrelated full-time job and a home life, and watched that format collapse within a year.

This will be different. For one thing, I don’t have time to pretend to be a magazine editor, so I’m going to concentrate on writing, not format. When something occurs to me – about a new release, or an old movie, or a trend that bears mentioning – I’m going to post it. I’m not going to hold reviews until their yeasty goodness has allowed them to expand in my mind to some arbitrary vision of what a “full-length” column should be. (Besides: movies are supposed to be fun. Blogs about movies should be, too.)

For another, I have more things to write about now than ever. Earlier this month I was invited to join the team of 360|365 – Rochester’s premier annual film festival – as a programmer. This is an incredible honor, not least because my name was offered to the festival organizers by Jack Garner, the dean of Rochester’s film community and the fest’s last programmer. I have big shoes to fill. (Seriously; Jack is a giant of a man.) I’ve covered film festivals before, but I’ve never helped program one, and I intend to share that new experience here.

I won’t commit to a regular posting schedule; but I’m going to stick with this, and I hope you’ll stick with me. Thanks for reading.