Lebanese-Canadian author Rawi Hage published Cockroach: A Novel, in 2008 to generally positive reviews and even snagged a few literary awards.
In a small patio nestled in a high-rise apartment building in downtown Toronto, I sit across from Albert Shin. Despite the periodic sounds of honking from below and the roar of planes from above, the spot is peaceful, illuminated by the mid-morning sun. The young Canadian writer-director is friendly and informal, with a boyish face and irrepressible grin.
A little over a week ago the 2013 Toronto International Film Festival ended so what better time to ruminate on the good and the bad. And what better way to do so than create a "best and worst" list? (Sure, lists are reductive to the point of absurdity, they force an arbitrary ranking system, I usually come to regret them at some point, etc., etc.
In all the hubbub of the Toronto International Film Festival, sometimes it's easy to forget where you are. Amidst the wall of people crowding the streets, the buzz of foreign languages, and Hollywood celebrities emerging from black SUV's you might be at any major world film festival.
A teenage boy stares at his reflection in a fogged mirror shrouded in darkness. Moments later the same boy watches a train derail off a bridge. Then he is trapped in one of the train' cars as it fills with water. He impotently slams his hands against the ceiling in an attempt to free himself.
For the second time I was given the pleasure of interviewing Toronto-based filmmaker Ingrid Veninger. Since the debut of her film Modra at last year's festival, she has become one of the most recognizable new faces in Canadian cinema.