Ahh, La La Land. Where do I begin?
On Sunday afternoon, I gladly waited in line outside of Roy Thomson Hall for 3 hours (OK maybe 2.5 outside and 30 min happily seated inside in what may be the best of the cheap seats… Surprise! All seats were free. Hence the 3 hours. But they really were great seats.) in the Toronto heat. Why would any sane person do such a thing?
Bragging rights. Yes, I said it, bragging rights. Why else does anyone (besides the stars/directors/other cast/crew/media and press… oh and also paparazzi) go to film festivals such as Sundance, TIFF and Cannes? Yes, a love of cinema, but really that’s just the guise pride hides behind. I mean, do you know anybody who goes to a semi-exclusive event that doesn’t instagram/snapchat the hell out of it / bring it up at every dinner party in the week thereafter? (Guilty on both counts, this is me sheepishly raising my hand and putting it back down). Anyway. This is not what you’re here for. You’re here for my supremely unqualified review of La La Land! Without further ado. God bless your lovely, lovely hearts.