Leoni, left, stars in Ghost Town with Ricky Gervais, but also in a lot of drama with her husband
See, Leoni's husband, David Duchovny, has been in the news lately. Late last month, it was announced he was entering rehabilitation for sex addiction. This not only cast his entire career from Red Shoe Diaries to Californication in a new light, it instantly torpedoed Leoni's participation in our little film festival.
And can you blame her? TIFF's press conferences are famous for the rambling, invasive questions asked by journalists of dubious accreditation; the studio-organized press junkets that happen here are as bad as they are in Los Angeles and New York.
On Warner's Dark Knight junket earlier this summer, I watched as journalists from established publications desperately tried to get someone - anyone - to give them something that would fit their preconceived narrative that Heath Ledger's accidental death, months after the end of shooting, was somehow tied to his work as the Joker. Imagine what they'd do to Leoni if she showed up to talk about her work in a sweet little romantic comedy.
Personal lives keep celebrities from TIFF all the time. Peter O'Toole isn't going to make it in for the red-carpet premiere of his new film, Dean Spanley, because he's bedridden with pneumonia; no fault there. And then there's the case of Michelle Williams, who appeared at Cannes to support Wendy and Lucy and Synecdoche, New York, though she declined to meet with the press; she won't be in Toronto at all. (See Ledger, Heath.)
As I write this, there's still some question as to whether Jennifer Aniston will be coming to town in support of her film Management, since Brad Pitt will also be in town for Burn After Reading and apparently any accidental eye contact between them would cause the very air to combust with the force of a thousand H-bombs.
Or so the tabloids would have us believe.
Which is precisely the problem.