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The Final Goodbye

Our eyes feel like they’re bleeding; our lungs are steel wool. There are 13 empty cups and bottles surrounding our laptop. Every so often we reach to take a sip and—blech!—that latte’s from last week, circa Burn After Reading. Press releases, batteries, loose change, Vaseline and deteriorating apples litter our desks. Caressing our feet are swag bags, many of the boxes half-open from 3 a.m. chocolate quests. A dead moth has been wilted in a puddle of Baileys for nine days, and each day we check to see if it has altered form; for whatever reason, this was a source of comfort. Days were spent tearing through Yorkville, dashing from one interview to the next, stalking celebrities and making friends with doormen. Subsisting on coffee and nuts, we plowed through the streets like vamped-up Harriet the Spies, ears perked and eyes alert for the most provocative scoop. In the evening, clothes were torn off and makeup pressed on; then, a game began to find glamour in the pile of dirty laundry. A hobble up to Dundas in ridiculously steep stilettos would end with the violent hailing of a cab. Nights were a maze, us searching endlessly for the most happening TIFF hoo-ha, knocking back a half-dozen dirty martinis along the way. So many new friends were made! Returning home, battered by the decadence, the night would end with some bleary-eyed typing, sorting of all the miscellaneous cards collected (“Henry who?”), and two Advil for good measure.

Now, when we look into the immediate future, all we see are country fairs, pumpkins and corn. The biggest thing on our agenda is what to be for Halloween, and this is making us angry. We miss you, Brad Pitt! Goodbye, everyone! Until next year.—Jen McNeely

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THE BEST & WORST OF TIFF ’08: Our Scene & Herd reporters list their most desperate moments, most exciting celebrity encounters and most hostile starlet

Most unexpected confession from a celebrity: “I mean, I have sex…and my sex is very, very boring. Very sloppy. I mean, I’m a total bottom and don’t get up on top,” said Kevin Smith, director of Zack and Miri Make a Porno.

Most frustrating “look but don’t touch” moment: The cake buffet at the Holt Renfrew bash was for your eyes only. And once, Brad Pitt was 20 feet away, giving us a raised-eyebrow stare-down, but he remained totally off limits. Many more best and worsts, after the jump.

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TIFF Round-Up: A short look at the festival that was

And…scene. TIFF is over for another year. We heard good things about The Wrestler and bad things about Burn After Reading (“burn after viewing” some say). A few critics grouched about the cult of celebrity that grips the city once a year, recalling those halcyon days when it was all about the films, while other critics got whacked with binders of some kind while trying to see one of said films. Someone crashed the InStyle party (not us—we wouldn’t have been wearing head-to-toe black). No one crashed One X One (though an attempt was made). Brad Pitt came, saw and split. Yeah, it was quite the year.

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Swag roundup: The IT Lounge

The venue: NKPR’s IT Lounge at the Windsor Arms Hotel, staffed by the most cheerful publicists of the festival. Must have been the complimentary cupcakes.

The stars: The Degrassi kids, Strombo, Jennifer Aniston, Paris Hilton, Benji Madden (with sunglasses on, natch) and Queen Latifah stocked up on loot from Olay, Goody, ACE, Esprit, Fila and Teva.

Feel-goodery: An option to donate gift bags to a charity auction for Big Brothers and Sisters, and to sign the Wall of Heroes. Mom and Dad received shout-outs, as did Oprah and Madonna. Wives, children and Jesus got one mention each. Agents got none.

Media treats: A candy bar, Fiji water by the crate and endless cupcakes in the media room.

Rating: 9/10, with extra credit given for the stylist who, without comment, flat-ironed even the stickiest heads during last week’s heat wave.—Katy P

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Cadence Weapon garners plenty of one-hand clapping

Cadence Weapon must have sensed that the damp audience at Dundas Square needed a pick-me-up, so when he took the stage at TIFF’s closing ceremony on Saturday, he did a brief imitation of bellicose rapper Fat Joe’s “I Make It Rain.” It’s even funnier when you consider the Edmonton rapper’s own, un-thuggish style: he wore an embroidered shirt made by his grandma, who he said was about 80 and to whom he dedicated a song about cellphones. He also poked fun of the audience’s umbrella-in-one-hand clapping and allowed three cute, soaking boys to be his dance crew onstage. Even though it began to pour, Cadence and DJ Skratch Bastid attracted a pretty large crowd by making people smile, dance and forget the festival was over. When he asked the (mostly young) audience if they’d seen a lot of movies, a rather unenthusiastic grumble gave him his answer. “What is a movie, anyway? A bunch of moving pictures?” he mused. Just like…life? “Think about it,” he said.—Melita Kuburas

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Goldie Hawn declares herself “hockey mom” in front of Kevin Sorbo, Tie Domi and Kelly Carlson at glitzy SickKids fundraiser

Just when we thought we wouldn’t attend a party serving bite-sized burgers for at least another year, we hit up Muzik on Friday night for Goldie Hawn’s cocktail reception for the Rally for Kids With Cancer Scavenger Cup. Celebrity guests were teamed up with luxury car owners, who each raised at least $25,000 for the SickKids Foundation. It was nice to be at a party where jeans and hot pants were the attire of choice and the food was a sampling of dishes from some of Toronto’s best restaurants (Blowfish, we’ll see you and your salmon-mango roll again very soon). The biggest money raisers had first pick of celebrities; NBA alum Jerome Williams, playboys Monica Leigh and Stephanie Glasson, actress Kelly Carlson and her boyfriend Tie Domi were among the first to get drafted. Thankfully, about halfway through, they chose celebrities at random so there was no embarrassing those who got picked last. Highlights for us included getting touched by Hercules himself, Kevin Sorbo (who was so nice, posing for pictures with people), and seeing Celebrity Duets winner Alfonso Ribeiro (you may remember him as Carleton on Fresh Prince of Bel Air), who did not do the Carleton dance.

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Wheelchair-bound fan slapped by rabid gawker as Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson land at Ultra

What do Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson have to do with the Toronto International Film Festival? Nothing. And everything. Headlining the eTalk party and closing out 10 days of star-studded excitement at an unofficial TIFF party at Ultra, this tabloid twosome overshadowed the film program and created a pop-culture media circus over personalities, champagne, short shorts and intoxicated blitz. Critics got angry, Torontonians got confused and little girls became violent, trying to push their way to the VIP front lines for a glimpse of the red-headed troublemaker. Our own LiLo sighting and a slap fight with a wheelchair-bound fan, after the jump.

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Conga line at Park Hyatt goes absolutely nowhere (or, come back, celebrities, we miss you already)

“Where are we going?” said the messy conga line on the Park Hyatt rooftop last night. The response? “Where aren’t we going!” Apparently, someone in the financial district got wind that there was a festival happening in Toronto—who knew?—and brought all their broker buddies to the top of the Hyatt to hang with the celebrities. The minute the celebs left, the classiest joint in town reverted to a deteriorating Copacabana of bottom feeders who thought they had dodged security and made it to the VIP. After the jump, our sad, hilarious collisions with two of them.

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Why we want Anne Hathaway to be our friend: An interview with the cast of Rachel Getting Married

We thought Anne Hathaway peaked as a princess—and we were wrong. We assumed Debra Winger’s success on film ended in the mid-’80s—strike two. We knew Rosemary DeWitt only as the bohemian lover of Don Draper in Mad Men—now we know better. Jenny Lumet had never written a screenplay, but took some time off from teaching Grade 8 English to hammer out Rachel Getting Married and then somehow nailed down Jonathan Demme (The Silence of the Lambs) to direct her debut. Certainly it helped that her father, Sidney Lumet (Dog Day Afternoon), handed the project to Demme, but we still applaud her and this cast of unlikelies for making a film that is already garnering Oscar buzz. Highlights (including Hathaway using the F-word) from the media roundtable with Winger, Demme and Hathaway, after the jump.

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NY Post film critic smacks cancer patient Roger Ebert at TIFF screening of Slumdog Millionaire

You wouldn’t like him when he’s angry. The Chicago Sun-Times reports that Roger Ebert got the smack put to him by NY Post reviewer Lou Lumenick last week—quite literally. The incident occurred at a TIFF screening of Slumdog Millionaire. Lumenick, it is reported, walloped a cancer-suffering Ebert with a binder for tapping him on the shoulder during the film (Ebert couldn’t see the subtitles). Lumenick responded in his Thursday column to tell everyone, quite simply, to get a life. No comment on the movie, though.—Katy P

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Swag roundup: the InStyle party at the Windsor Arms

The venue: Windsor Arms—for the ninth festival in a row.

The stars: Tim Robbins, Edward Norton, Adrien Brody, Rachel Weisz and the usual suspects (Sophia Bush, Kevin Zegers).

The loot: beauty stuff from the Body Shop, Cargo, Goody and Olay—plus a copy of InStyle, natch, and merchandise from Cookie & Joe, Napoleon Perdis and Universal Music.

One of these things is not like the other: a copy of Laura Dave’s The Divorce Party. This one goes straight to the office kitchen with a “take me, I’m free” Post-It note.

Rating: 7/10. Swarovski candle holders all over the Arms, but where’s our take-home bling?—Katy P

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InStyle insanity breaks out at the Windsor Arms, where Adrien Brody, Edward Norton and Rachel Weisz went to party

The InStyle party at the Windsor Arms is the Grace Kelly of the TIFF schmooze circuit. It’s the most civilized event in town and every detail is perfect, right down to the candle holders (Swarovski; need we say more?). The velvet rope is like a Pearly Gates, but inside is democratic, full of celebrities, and buzzed about locally—mostly because invites are almost impossible to come by. Adrien Brody, Edward Norton, Rachel Weisz and Emmanuelle Chriqui collected gift bags filled with swanky goodies from Cargo, Cookie & Joe, and Napoleon Perdis before heading off to less lofty ateliers.

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When stars are asked to add a new line to John Lennon’s “Imagine”

Stunt questions on the red carpet are hard to pull off, which is why we thought it was totally cute when interviewer Colanthony Humphrey asked stars what lyrics they would add to John Lennon’s “Imagine.” “Um, imagine all the…Starbucks,” joked Corner Gas’s Tara Spencer-Nairn. “Imagine all the shoes…I’m a shallow, shallow person.” Humphrey and his cameraman were from the John Lennon Bus, a mobile recording studio that was parked outside the CTV building until Wednesday, training young people, some from the Jane and Finch area, to become talented, bona-fide, all-access members of the entertainment industry. Their mentor, Sol Guy from MTV Canada’s 4Real, gave us a tour of the bus—a total dream hangout, with its fancy, state-of-the-art equipment and youths sprawled about playing guitar, writing songs, making music videos, slacking off, etc.

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The Boiler House: An escape from Yorkville

Each day of the 2008 film festival, Toronto Life will introduce one of TIFF’s hot spot restaurants. We inquire about the vibe, the celebs who dine there and, of course, the food. Today’s special: The Boiler House.

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Swag roundup: ET Canada Party at Casa Loma

The venue: Casa Loma—for four nights, but the swag only came out for the birthday party on Tuesday.

The stars: the locals—David Usher, Degrassi kids, Zack and Miri star Jason Mewes and Ethan Hawke.

For the ladies: Itec La Senza bra, Cover Girl makeup doodads and baby stuff from Baby on the Hip (trying to tell us something, ET?).

For the gentlemen: vouchers for Gotstyle menswear, deodorant, silver bracelet.

For anyone: tea from Lipton and VouDou, Sharpie pens, Hershey’s Bliss chocolate, biscotti, Eska water and a Fuze energy drink. All of this is also known as the “festival breakfast” (minus the pens).

Rating: 8/10—we base this on volume, the $50 gift card for Rosewater Supper Club and the voucher for a one-night stay at Pur.—Katy P

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