László Kriston reflects on a festival growing like a vast cloud to obscure the sun of true art, and the deals which rain down from heaven on the just and the unjust alike.
A line up of 288 features and simultaenous, conflicting red carpet events each evening for prestige movies eyeing Oscars. That’s Toronto. This year, TIFF reached a mental or psychological barrier where it became too big to grasp for even the most ardent, hard core movie fans, reviewers and buyers.
