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								As privileged as I am to attend the fest with
								  accreditation, there's still a tremendous buzz felt when seeing public
								  screenings, with a wild, friendly and exuberant audience that's rarely matched
								  with the press and industry crowd. After the somber screening of the Wang film,
								  I left the second in the series and managed to get into the final screening of
								  Lars and the Real Girl. Despite having to sit mere feet away from the
								  giant screen at the newly christened "Scotiabank Theatre", it was a wonderful
								  showing, with the packed crowd really rooting for this little film that's
								  generating much deserved applause.
 Similarly, the Midnight Madness crowd
								  was in truly great form, as the onslaught of punches, kicks and neck breaks
								  elicited appropriate shouts in all the right places. Wilson Yip made the trip,
								  and Donnie Yen provided a very eloquent email that was read off the screen of a
								  notebook computer. Colin and Wilson even traded a few jabs as they acted out
								  Donnie's description of traditional action film moves, making for a
								  particularly notable series of photos included to the right.
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								  | A Thousand Years of Good
										Prayers |   
								  | Wayne Wang returns with this
										quiet, slow paced tale of a Chinese man who moves to the West to live with his
										daughter. As he adjusts to life in North America, struggling with his English,
										he befriends a local woman, and they meet daily on a park bench to discuss
										their families in their broken dialects. Meanwhile, his daughter finds it
										difficult to adjust to having a parent back in her life, watching her every
										move, causing inevitable tension. 
 Other than Henry O's somber yet
										powerful performance, the rest of the film feels forced and quite tedious. Soap
										operatic and tedious, there is little to distinguish the film from a slew of
										other equally boring takes on the same type of father-daughter dynamic. Most of
										the characters lack dimension, and the token white-guy boyfriend is
										particularly ridiculous. It's a boring film without the necessary spark of
										originality required to be captivating for its running length.
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								  | Directed by: Wayne
										Wang Grade:
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								  | Lars and the Real
										Girl |   
								  | A feel good, quirky-as-hell,
										high-concept comedy offering at this year's fest, one that's sure to please a
										wide audience. The conceit is simple while unique - a compulsively shy man,
										Lars, presents his mail order sex doll (the ironically dubbed titular "real"
										girl) as his girlfriend to his brother, sister-in-law, and small community of
										friends and co-workers. 
 This is no Weekend at Bernies or fetish
										tale, but instead a mechanism to bring Lars out of his shell, finding love and
										communication with an inanimate companion where he has failed with all the
										other people in his life.
 
 Gosling's quiet performance keeps the film at
										a slow simmer, suiting the mood of the film nicely. There's never a grab for a
										cheap laugh or an obvious ploy - the film treats the situation as genuine as
										Lars treats his bride, with the humour and warmth earned from the dynamics of
										the characters and their reactions to Lars.
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								  | Directed by: Craig
										Gillespie Grade:
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								  | Rebellion: The Litvinenko
										Case |   
								  | With the end of the cold war,
										spy-on-spy intrigue has taken a back burner in our popular consciousness. When
										a former KGB officer was found in a London hospital, dying from what turned out
										to be poisoning due to Polonium exposure, the international media went into a
										tizzy covering the event. 
 I had assumed that the poisoning would be the
										starting point for this doc, but I was pleasantly shocked to find out that in
										fact it's the end of the doc. The titular "case" is not speaking to the
										(ongoing) investigation of his assassination; it's in fact the case that
										Litvinenko makes for the manipulation of the Russian citizenry by Putin and his
										ex-KGB colleagues to push into Chechnya. Most damaging, he provides what he
										considers to be incontrovertible proof that Putin and his allies were behind a
										series of bombings in Moscow, attacks blamed on Chechen separatists but in fact
										(it's argued) perpetuated in order to drive the country to war.
 
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										documentary ties these charges to the rise of Putin from KGB leader to
										president of post-Communist Russia. The trail of bodies doesn't end with
										Litvinenko's - a number of the interviewees, including journalists and
										scholars, are killed sometime after they give interviews to the filmmakers.
 
 This is a complex story, chillingly but unflinchingly (and bravely)
										told. It's a powerful document to the corruptive influence of power and the
										ability of a nation to manipulate its citizenry effectively when the media is
										brought under its thumb. Astonishingly stark, this is a doc that's not to be
										missed.
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								  | Directed by: Andrei
										Nekrasov Grade:
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								  | Flash Point |   
								  | Donnie Yen's latest film
										incorporates his newest fighting fetish, the so-called "Ultimate" style. A
										combination of boxing, kickboxing, Asian martial arts and street-level
										shit-kickings, this makes for some tremendous fighting moments. Choreographed
										by Yen himself, the fight scenes are brutal, kinetic and compelling, upping the
										ante from his previous films and creating some genuine remarkable sequences.
										
 What elevates the film from just being a boxing mashup is that Yip has
										coaxed some fine performances from his actors, and presented a plot that is far
										more elegant than the usual crap that falls under this genre. Sure, it's
										another fucked-up cop movie, but the hyperbole is put on hold, and there are
										genuine emotions running through the tale.
 
 This is action porn where
										you don't need to fast forward to the money shots, a well constructed movie
										with some tremendous action sequences and powerful performances.
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								  | Directed by: Wilson
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