A TIFF To Remember - Volume 1 - The Posse

You want to kick it Hollywood Styles?  You need a Posse.  And usually - just ask Vince Chase and Leo - your Posse is way cooler than you.  This Posse is integral to any scheme you may be hatching and any fun you may want to be having:  they'll drive the getaway car, strike the match and testify at your trial with a watertight alibi.  Roll with peeps like that and your life is gold.  Solid Gold.

FINE. I am not about to embark on some crazy ass crime spree, but let me tell you, if I was I would look no further than a Posse like this.  Actually, scratch that.  This Posse, well, respectfully, I don't think we roll like that - we'd all be laughing so hard it would be hard to get down to business.  We'd surely get caught because we'd be rather loud with all our laughing.  With tears streaming down our faces and snort laughs (yes, me) abounding,  the only crimes we'd be capable of committing would maybe be budding in line (kind of sort of by accident but not really).  No, with this Posse it's all fun all the time, alibis and testimony not required.  You can't do 27 movies in 10 days alone, so without further adieu, my TIFF To Remember Posse ...


Cres.
You were all introduced to Cres way back in January :  http://curiousyetdelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/bestnightever.html.  Cres and I went to the Junos together.  Cres and I do lots of things together because whenever I ask her to see something or she asks me, there are two ways it will go down.  The first way :  'YES!'  Or the second way:  'It's not totally my thing, but if there's no one else that wants to go, I'm in'.  So, clearly, a social match made in heaven.  Cres is one of the funniest people I know.  She is movie obsessed and a veritable pop culture encyclopedia.  Her Dad looks like Robert De Niro and she is in love with Michael Vartan.  Just look him up.  Anyway, we both paid real cash money to see MV on screen in Monster In Law and are both quite bummed that our timing is not working out to catch his latest - where it looks like he's playing Vaughn again?! - Columbiana.  That's love.  Cres is also quite awesome because when I told her I was having a real crisis of conscious over ditching her sister's birthday dinner to see a newly scheduled screening of U2s From the Sky Down, she didn't bat an eye.  I mean, I think she said "if the situation was reversed I wouldn't think twice", but still, it's awesome.  And let me say this:  I would happily have you miss my wedding if it meant a chance for you to do anything involving the Brange.  Okay? Fist to Heart Pump.  Twice.  Cres has a locked down Blackberry (thanks to her major Canadian Bank employer) that is going to make communication at the Festival very challenging.  We must email.  With her crappy major Canadian Bank server working against us.  Nothing's easy.

Julie.
Not surprisingly, I met Julie through Cres.  From what I understand, they bonded at work over ... the movies.  I know, crazy, right?  So, Julie's super cool and takes her super cool daughters to see all the movies Julie grew up with like Princess Bride and Back to the Future so they don't grow up watching crap like Are We There Yet?  Good on ya, Julie!  Julie has a blog too, check it out :  http://flickaddictionsandotherfixations.blogspot.com/
There.  Now I've outed you so you'd better start writing more!  It's mildly amusing to me that Julie and I rarely see eye to eye on any movie.  Like, I hate everything she likes.  I recall quite fondly the banter surrounding the abysmal Winter's Bone - "of course you hated it - it's like camping!"  First off, why does everyone think I hate camping and second, Jesus Christ Julie that movie sucked.  What we don't share in movie taste we make up for in spades by loving the art form as well as shoes and purses.  Oh come on .. we're girls!  Julie also works for a major Canadian Bank which gave her a lockdown Blackberry, but you know what she did?  She bought an iPhone (HELLO Cres ?!), so we can What'sAPP to death.  Some things are so easy.

The three of us - Cres, Jules & Me are collectively known as the WonderTriplets.  Remember those underrated SuperTwins who activated their wonderpowers and either transformed into water in any state or the form of any animal?  Well, they're triplets now because there are three of us (working for major Canadian banks makes us all quite smart).  I'm not sure what we're going to transform into aside from creaky stiff people with blurred vision, but we'll get back to you.  While we did just fine coming up with our grand TIFF adventure on our own, everyone needs a guide and mentor, right?  Here's ours:

Violet.
Violet is Julie's Mom.  Why is Julie so cool? Duh, because her Mom is the coolest.  (I can say this because while my Mom is the best, she is decidedly not cool.  Violet?  Violet is cool.).  Violet is going to tear up TIFF this year, just like she's done in years past.  One of my favourite TIFF memories involves Violet and Clive Owen.  So, there's Clive sitting 2 rows ahead of us (Cres, Jules, Me, Violet) looking damn fine with his popcorn and perfectly cut suit and of course we need this photo.  We need a photo of Clive.  We can't go, it would be sssooo obvious and lame and honestly we would forget our words, so we send Violet because, well, as Julie said "she's a grandmother, he won't refuse her!".  Well, off Violet goes and it really looks like she's charming Clive to death and she snaps his photo and she comes back and, well, no photo.  What?  Anyway, bygones!  It is a true testament to how we feel about Violet that the WonderTriplets unilaterally decided to forego the pleasure of watching Michael Fassbender act out his sexual compulsions in Shame and are instead seeing Killer Joe for Violet's birthday.  We love you, Violet.

So, there you have it.  The Posse.  There will be others coming and going throughout our 10 day marathon, but for all intent and purpose, these are my peeps.  Hardcore.  And in a few short hours we'll be sitting down to our first film - a charming tale of two crazy kids who bond over death.  Like, talking about death and shit.  Welcome back, Gus Van Zant.

Oh, what a TIFF to Remember it will be ...