I've been talking a lot about movies in the past couple of days.   This week, all the programmers gathered at Piers Handling's house for our annual pre-fest bbq and gab fest - our one real chance before the insanity to get togother and share our discoveries and revel in our mutual love of cinema - or just gossip, it can go either way.  Then, I had to record two TIFF previews over at CBC Radio - next week it's CBC television. 

All this talk is rejuvenating.  Talking about our movies reminds us of why we fell for them in the first place.  I remember watching Un été sans point ni coup sûr for the first time, and how I couldn't help but see myself and my father in its depiciton of the first year the Montreal Expos played ball.  My Dad and I love baseball - the Blue Jays first, being from Toronto, the Cubs second (my Dad's from Chicago) and the Expos third.  The film's touching in just the right sort of way, and will make you long for the days of Rusty Staub and Mack Jones.  It also has one of the best performances by Roy Dupuis I've ever seen.  After all the years of Canadian hockey movies, it's wonderful to finally see a Canadian baseball movie.

See you in the theatre.