The Duchess star Keira Knightley is sure to keep flashbulbs popping at TIFF.
Do you hear that buzz? Turn your ears toward Yorkville and listen closely. It sounds like a manic mashup of a thousand film journalists hyperventilating, a fleet of shiny Town Cars idling in anticipation of their first A-list fares, and the nervous giggle of a ready-to-be-discovered young star being initiated into a pair of free designer heels.
Here we TIFF again.
And what a TIFF it is. Every year, Film Fest organizers send out their guest list - a 500-name run-on sentence of movie types expected in town over TIFF's 11 days - and this year's roll call is a boldface bonanza. You've got Brad, Charlize and Anne. Some Colins (both Firth and Farrell) and Matts (Damon and Dillon).
New Hollywood (Michael Cera, Zac Efron, Dakota Fanning), old Hollywood (Ben Kingsley, Christopher Walken) and a dash of Hollywood North (Evangeline Lilly, Liane Balaban).
My job, for the second schmoozy, boozy, doozy of a year, is to track their party and premiere attendance, report on what they wore and, come next Wednesday, write loopy columns about how our relationship with celebrity reveals so, so much about the human condition.
Morning After TIFFs run regularly on NOW Daily, covering our party hops from CTV Queen Street, where eTalkers Ben Mulroney and Tanya Kim host a week of festival fetes, to ET Canada's headquarters at Casa Loma. Hello Magazine lures hot Hollywood couples to a bash at Birks on Saturday, while the Drake opens its doors nightly for intimate A-List get-togethers and the Queen West hordes out to destroy their livers with a festival full of 4 am last calls.
For those of us who'd rather air-kiss Jeanne Beker than Mary Hart (guilty!), style's stars hobnob at Holt Renfrew's annual Bloor Street bash and Fashion Television's DSquared2 runway show.
Tonight (Thursday, September 4), that buzz crescendos to a roar when Guy Ritchie and his RocknRolla cast hit the Distillery District for their post-premiere party. You can try earplugs to escape the celeb-crazed din, or you can throw yourself into the fray.
Surprisingly, the most peaceful place during TIFF is in the barricaded, autograph-hungry crowd while it holds its breath waiting to spot a star.