In this week’s NOW, I was supposed to interview an Oscar-winning actor who delivers a masterfully unreadable performance in My Cousin Rachel. But that didn’t happen because of stupid, stupid reasons.
Instead, I will just tell you to see My Cousin Rachel when it opens tomorrow, because it’s very good. And I’ll direct you to this collage thing I did about the crush of microfestivals that swarm into Toronto this week. Due diligence, and all that.