A choice of icons—the singing, skating pacifist or the bomb-crazy Marxist Marlboro man
Between Peter Jackson’s muddle and Michael Haneke’s mastery, a gem from Winnipeg offers a blast of pure entertainment
In case you’re wondering if I’ve dropped off the face of the festival, or gone to a party and never come back, I’ve been preoccupied writing for this pesky magazine that we still insist on publishing with ink and paper, which takes longer than blogging because they worry about facts, typos and whatnot. Now time for some catch-up.