Well ok, I don’t do it alone – Colin helps out too. After months of working in the shadows on trying to beef up The Royal’s programming, marketing and outreach efforts, it’s finally officially-official. The press release went out today via our awesome friends at Clutch PR, and I’m reprinting it here for y’all.
The Royal announces new programmers
and five first run titles
Colin Geddes & Katarina Gligorijevic join Toronto’s historic
The Royal Cinema as programmers
July 4, 2014, TORONTO – Historic movie house The Royal (608 College St.) is thrilled to announce Colin Geddes and partner Katarina Gligorijevic as its new programming directors. Veteran film industry professionals Geddes and Gligorijevic bring a diverse, fresh roster of first run premieres, special events and classic genre films to the beloved theatre.
As one of the international film programmers for TIFF for over a decade, Geddes is best known for the Midnight Madness and Vanguard selections, delivering one of a kind programming with TIFF. Gligorijevic is a Toronto based writer and producer who has worked in the music and film industry for over a decade and was Festivals Manager at REEL CANADA for eight years. The pair will bring their sharp eye for unique, captivating film to their programming at The Royal.
Along with new programming and unique special events, the pair are bringing in five first run titles exclusive to The Royal throughout the month of July. They include:
Opening: Friday, July 4, 2014
A dark suburban fable, Borgman follows an enigmatic vagrant who enters the lives of an upper-class family and quickly unravels their carefully curated lifestyle.
Radio Free Albemuth (2010)
Opening: Friday, July 11, 2014
From sci-fi author Philip K. Dick (Blade Runner, Minority Report) comes his most prophetic thriller to date. In an alternate reality, Berkeley record store clerk Nick Brady begins to experience strange visions transmitted from an extraterrestrial source he calls VALIS. (To buy tickets click HERE)
The Dance of Reality (2013)
Opening: Friday, July 18, 2014
A full bodied and mischievous autobiography in the spirit of Federico Fellini’s Amarcord, Alejandro Jodorowsky’s return to filmmaking after 28 years explodes with great ideas. (To buy tickets click HERE)
GMO OMG (2013)
Opening: Friday, July 25, 2014
How do GMOs affect our children, the health of our planet and our freedom of choice? These questions and more are posed in this hard-hitting doc.
With a new program introduced each month, tickets priced at $10 and $8 for students/seniors, the unique setting of a vintage theatre, The Royal is unlike any other Toronto cinema.
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About The Royal
Originally built in 1939, The Royal Cinema is a historic Art Moderne movie house located in the heart of Toronto’s Little Italy. Following extensive upgrades and renovations, the 480-seat indie/art house theatre is also a digitally equipped event venue suited for live concerts, screenings, film festivals, corporate events, multimedia exhibition and more. http://www.theroyal.to
Theatre D Digital
During the daytime, Theatre D operates out of The Royal as a film and television post-production studio. The main theatre becomes a Dolby-approved 5.1 mix room and four picture editing suites are located upstairs. Esteemed Canadian directors such as Atom Egoyan (Chloe, Adoration), Deepa Mehta (Heaven on Earth), Bruce McDonald (The Husband), Sarah Polley (Stories We Tell) and Kari Skogland (Stone Angel) have mixed and/or edited their projects there. For more information visit: http://theatred.com
By the final weekend, I’m starting to feel like I have been here forever. Almost everyone has left, so Cannes is starting to feel like a ghost town again. The empty, quiet feeling that was so relaxing and vacation-like at the start of the trip now feels kind of sad and lonely. I guess it’s the difference between arriving early for a party that you know is going to be really fun, and being there after it ends and the fun is over.
My stamina is waning as well. The reason we decided to stay until the very end is that all the official competition films (as well as the award winners from the sidebar programmes) are repeated for market badge holders in these final days. It’s way easier to get into the repeat screenings, even when they’re in smaller venues, than it is to try to get tickets for the official premieres. The premiere screenings for the films in competition all take place in the Lumiere, the 2400 seat cinema with the famous red carpet, where women in informal sandals and men without bow ties and black shoes are turned away. It’s a bit of an ordeal not just to get tickets, but to get all dolled up and stand in line for an hour (know what’s not fun? being drenched in the rain while waiting in line in a formal gown, then having to watch a movie sopping wet … in a formal gown).
Once the bulk of the festival and market attendees leave town and the repeat screenings start kicking in, it’s a cinema lovers’ paradise in Cannes. Easy access to competition titles and back to back screenings with minimal waiting / line-up time for three or four days? What could be better? And yet, but this point I’ve been here for so long and am so tired that it’s getting hard to focus on films. In the end, Colin and I only manage to see one film on the final weekend – Alejandro Jodorowsky’s La Danza de la Realidad.
After seeing the awesome documentary, Jodorowsky’s Dune, we were a bit nervous about seeing La Danza. It’s a personal story about his relationship with his father, and it’s the first film he’s made in 23 years. A lot could go wrong, right? And yet, the old master proves he’s still got it with a whimsical and totally unexpected treat that manages to be playful even when it’s tragic. The touching tale stars the director’s son, Brontis Jodorowsky, as the father, and the film is all the more poignant when you think of the father directing the son in the story of the grandfather, and when you think of the raw and shocking performance the son gives, in the directorial hands of his father. It’s a family affair, and probably in my top three films that I’ve seen here. Jodorowsky’s reflections on life, family, aging and art are both fresh and wise. The man’s done a great job of getting to be 84 years old.
At the end of the day on Saturday we decide to invite some friends who are still in town over to our now-empty apartment (the roomies have left town) to drink rosé and catch up. Five bottles of very good local stuff set us back €15, which just makes Toronto prices all the more depressing. Even in a restaurant, a really good bottle of Provancale wine rarely costs us more than €20-30, but the insane cheapness of wine in grocery stores is really something.
After a quiet dinner for two at a French place, a handful of stragglers descend on our place for wine on the balcony and end up staying until 3am, or thereabouts. It’s totally worth it for the fun with friends, but it screws up our ambitious plan to take a ferry on Sunday to Île Sainte-Marguerite, the pine-and-eucalyptus dotted beauty where the real prison from Man in the Iron Mask still stands. Instead, we spend Sunday packing and trying to buy gifts for our moms and dads, before heading into the scenic, cobble-stoned old town for one final meal.
We pick a cute restaurant and sit down at one of their outdoor tables, next two to gents in tuxedoes who obviously just came from a red carpet screening. We strike up a conversation (as one does with strangers, while travelling) and it turns out our table mates don’t work in film at all, but are attending the festival simply as fans!
I’ve blogged before about how tough it can be to get accredited to Cannes, which is an industry-only festival with no real “public tickets” to speak of. Well, as it turns out, our new pal Ray, who works in a healthcare-related startup near San Francisco in silicone valley, managed to fake working in post-production and got himself a pass about seven years ago. Once you’re in the system, it’s considerably easier to just keep coming back, so he’s continued to buy a market pass every year since, and comes to Cannes for ten days just to watch movies. Every year, he convinces a different buddy to tag along, and this year it was an English writer pal who was relying mostly on the kindness of strangers for his film tickets, because he didn’t have the market pass. The two had been having a grand time, and had probably seen more films than we had. It was so delightful sharing our dinner with “civilians” who weren’t exhausted by two weeks of schmoozing, meetings and work-related obligations, but had actually come to town for the love of film, and were totally invigorated by the experience. We tried to talk them into coming to Toronto in the fall, of course. After all, TIFF shows way more movies.
On our final stroll back to the apartment, we pass by the familiar sites where we spent so much time over these past few weeks and say goodbye for another year. The tech crews are already back, taking apart the temporary structures and barricades erected to keep things orderly during the fest. The streets are mostly empty. It’s really and truly over. And I can’t wait to get home to my own bed.