TIFF can be both frustrating and a lot of fun. I saw Blue Is the Warmest Color last night, but I started the day without a ticket. Which means I had to cast my fortunes with something called a rush line. You line up with others hoping that sold-out movies will end up having a few empty seats, and that a few lucky people in the rush line will be let in. The movie started at 7:00 PM, and I really wanted to see it badly. So I got to Yonge Street in the vicinity of the twin theatres where it was to play around 8:40 AM. Yes, this was ****ing stupid. I walked around and of course nobody was anywhere near the front of the theatre. So I chided myself for being a moron and did some shopping for CDs which tells you how old I am and popped back in front of the theatre just before noon. Oh my god, five people were in the line-up already, so I settled in with books and snacks.
I read a lot of books, and I am a veteran of dozens upon dozens of rock concert ticket waits, so line ups don't bother me. The two girls in front of me drove in from Kentucky and Texas respectively. They'd never seen Toronto before, so we talked about the sights. A family consisting of a father, son and daughter showed up next, around 1:00 PM. A family? Huh? To see a three hour plus movie about a lesbian relationship with explicit sex? Turns out everybody else in the line-up was there to see the film that was going to be shown in the sister theatre at 6:30 PM, The Fifth Estate. I never realized before that there were people who thought the earth revolved around Benedict Cumberbatch, the star of the film and a celebrity who was expected to show up for the screening. By that time, there were about 80 people in the line up, and I was the only one waiting to see Blue. You might think I was embarrassed, but, no, quite the opposite, I was elated--how could I not get in. Plus, the company around me was fun. The girl from Kentucky actually knew the next girl that came in line who was from Belgium and flew over for four days. She, get this, recognized her from her Twitter account. First time that they had met in the flesh. Astounding.
Around 4:00 PM, a very nice lady tapped me on the arm and said she had a ticket to Blue to sell and a guy told her I undoubtedly would be interested. Exact same thing happened last year on opening day at the same theatre with Amour. Nothing beats a little luck. I could relax and leave the rush line, and, wonderful bonus, I was even able to catch the third and final set of Wawrinka's upset of Murray. Great day, plus the movie turned out to be the best that I have seen this year so far. Cumberbatch never appeared--turns out that he was scheduled to show up at a different screening.