I'm standing on the east side of Yonge St, half a block north of Queen St. Waiting in line to get into the Winter Garden theater to see "Synecdoche New York". There are two movies lining up; the other is Soderbergh's "Che", in the Elgin. There's another lineup for Visa cardholders, to get into the the Visa lounge beforehand. The irony of getting into the Visa lounge before "Che" is, no doubt, lost on most of these people.
On the sixth day of the festival, after seeing nearly two dozen movies, I finally saw an undeniably great movie. Finally!!! And that movie was, unsurprisingly, "The Wrestler". Darren Aronofsky adds another winner to his resume, even though it's a much smaller, more personal, movie than his last couple. He is, simply and truly, one of the greatest filmmakers working today.
The movie, however, belongs entirely to Mickey Rourke, in a performance that will generate tons of Oscar buzz. It's every bit as intense and physical - and brilliant -- a performance as De Niro's in "Raging Bull". Unforgettable.