The Dressing Room: how I survived 10 sleep-deprived, malnourished, partied-out days of TIFF
The Toronto International Film Festival blows in and out of my life each year like a hyper-active cyclops with a giant propeller pack on its back, knocking its way through 10 days without regard for basic needs such as sleep or diet. Its giant monster eye has only one point of focus: a long red carpet.