It has inspired me to look for this film. Ignore the troglodytes.

Thanks for the idea. I'll actually be in Iqaluit, which is not as remote as it used to be (it used to be Frobisher Bay, and is now the capital of Nunavut). You can get a lot of stuff now, much more than even a few years ago, I'm told. But fresh produce costs a fortune - and I'm guessing that it's difficult to come by certain specialty items (I live in Toronto where I can get everything from french duck fat to cape gooseberries, to fresh peppercorns). However, I imagine I'll do just fine given the fact that I'll generally eat anything put in front of me. Except whale blubber. Maybe.

I'm about to move to the arctic for a spell, so I am a bit worried that I will sit and drool over countless recipes/articles featuring foods to which I have no access. I don't expect you to include recipes for those of us living above the tree line, but maybe I can try to experiment with local fare (lots of bison, cariboo, arctic hare, low bush blueberries, and, of course, anything that comes from a tin). I'll let you all know how that goes.

Excited!

I don't even believe in Karma, but if I did, I'd say that you have a whole big bucket full of the good stuff coming to you. I read you column daily. Given the good sense, poetry and humour that you bring to bear on the letters you receive, I have a feeling that you're more than equipped to take this on. Please feel free to use the column to vent, meander, or just plain howl at the moon. You have definitely earned it.

I first noticed Joseph Gordon-Levitt in Mysterious Skin, a film that I found disturbing, grim, and hopeful, mainly because of G-L's sad nuanced performance. Since then I've seen him in a number of films, and, though I think he's one of the best actors around, none of them seemed to be ideal vehicles for him. Having said that, I'll still rent a film because he's in it, and, in the case of Inception, I'll probably splash out on a trip to the movies.

I first noticed Joseph Gordon-Levitt in Mysterious Skin, a film that I found disturbing, grim, and hopeful, mainly because of G-L's sad nuanced performance. Since then I've seen him in a number of films, and, though I think he's one of the best actors around, none of them seemed to be ideal vehicles for him. Having said that, I'll still rent a film because he's in it, and, in the case of Inception, I'll probably splash out on a trip to the movies.

You are very naive. Lucky you.

...never fucking again. My theory is that guys who consume tons of porn end up having weird, actorly porn-sex. He used to mutter "you like that? Huh? Huh?", again and again, in an assertive sort of way, especially when he was playing rough. It made me want to giggle, which I'm pretty sure would have really spoiled his mood. Self-concious sex is the opposite of good sex.

A L'Interieur was truly horrific. Gross and frightening. Loved The Decent, and I actually found The Ruins very disturbing. For anyone who has travelled through Mexico/South America and had menacing experiences with locals (it happens!), this movie resonates. For more fun, upbeat spookiness, I concur re The Frighteners. Loved Michael J. Fox in it too. Finally, The Last Winter was first rate - Ron Perlman was excellent as usual, along with all the rest of the cast, which includes two of the cast members of Friday Night Lights (Connie Britton and Zach Gilford).

Thanks for this review - I'd definitely be checking this out. Strangely though, it does not appear to be playing in Toronto. It premiered back in July at the Fantasia film festival, but doesn't seem to be playing anywhere now. Sigh. It will come here, because everything does, but Halloween seems like the perfect release time.

I picture that frothing, psychotic driving instructor from the film Happy Go Lucky. The part where he goes on a delusional rant about immigrants and such. Mike Leigh is a genius.

Number one on my list has got to be Denise Mina. She's a Scottish crime novelist who tends to feature working class heroines with major religion, family, drug/booze issues. The Garnet Hill trilogy and the Paddy Meehan books are juicy, compelling, chilling, romantic.

In the Woods and The Likeness by Tana French.

And of course there's Dorothy Sayer's Harriet Vane - recommend Gaudy Night highly.

No you suck.

And you must have been rendered unemployed by your pure suckage, the bad economy, or a combination of the two, since you have so much time to cyber-stalk Zacharek. And, to boot, you have a bizarre, twisted, fixation on, comma usage.

Go away troll.

The article comes off as sympathetic to Mr. Morgan, but the headline is pure schoolyard taunt. That's not to say that the article is enlightening, or actually says anything about anyting. If you are going to write a flippant blog post commenting on someone else's deeply personal, deeply painful childhood traumas, then at least don't write drivel. Gross!

P.S.: to previous poster - my condolences... if you don't find Tracy Morgan funny in 30 Rock, then your sense of humour is probably broken or malfunctioning. Or both.

I don't think that Rita is going to figure it out. She's been set up as a good girl, someone whose been through hard times, has flaws (she's self-centred as hell, something that helps keep her oblivious), and there's no way, without serious character inconsistency, to have her be okay with what Dexter does. She's just too, well, normal.

As for Lithgow...brizilig. I was so stoked when I found out that they'd secured an actor of his calibre to play the season baddie. Cold shivers.