Like the Six Million Dollar Man, or a virus that gains in power every time you try to kill it, the fall-to-Christmas movie season — the quality movie season, the one that’s showcased with generous and sublime focus at the Toronto International Film Festival — is doing something that no one, perhaps, could have expected. It’s getting stronger. The movies that people are salivating to see here, the ones that could be great, but even if they turn out not to be great certainly promise to be an experience, have been slowly and steadily multiplying. And so is the anticipation surrounding them. Lock up your blockbusters, put away your summer global franchise overkill, because there’s a new kid in town. His name is Old School Movie Passion, and he’s thriving.
Toronto is channeling that passion, but the festival, let’s be clear, isn’t causing it. It can only — ever — be as good as the movies that are being made. And it can only — ever — be as powerful as the complicated art/technology/ media systems by which those movies are disseminated into the world. READ FULL STORY