Toronto is sort of the L.A. of Canada, without the nice weather. It's spread out and there's no real there
there, and everyone else mocks it for its cultural pretensions. Oh, and there's practically no architecture from before 1900. It is multi-ethnic without, somehow, feeling cosmopolitan. (DJ McCarthey calls Torontonians "Amish with cars."> People hate it, and then move there.
I'm going there on Friday for the Toronto Film Festival. Not to see movies, of course, though I'll try to catch Beowulf
, 'cause it's got guys with axes and helmets, and my friend Lina Roessler's short, Berlin
, because she's one of Montreal's best actresses. I'm going there to schmooze
, of course. So far I've got meetings with two networks and six production companies, two big parties and a brunch, mostly thanks to my terrific Toronto agents.
It's my job
And, of course, I'll see friends, which will be great.
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