TIFF Watcher

Having suffered through two weeks of streets littered with unsuccessfully dressed film cultists at the Toronto International Film Festival, I have wondered what so annoys me about film festival habitues. Not the stars; they can't be blamed for posing. We want them to do so. I mean those who affectedly sport colored identity badges and stride nowhere, apparently with purpose. They spend immoderate amounts of time staring at their cell phones . . . pretending, I can only guess, importance.

I found my answer in a review by Frank Rich of Zadie Smith's On Beauty in yesterday's The New York Times Book Review. Smith describes the character Monty Kipps as "a man constantly on the lookout for the camera he knew must be filming him." That's it . . . but there are never any cameras are there?

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