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Movie Review: Holy Motors

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The different levels of movie engagement tend to fall somewhere along the lines of passive or interactive. Occasionally we want to be taken away to another world; other times, we want to unravel a mystery. And then there is Holy Motors, a film about films; a commentary on cinema and acting by French director Leos Carax that simultaneously engages you and sets you adrift, leaving you wondering just exactly what is going on, and what, if anything, it all means.

This Toronto vending machine is for serious bookophiles

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If you love mystery and are looking for a quick, cheap thrill, check out this book-vending machine — dubbed the Biblio-mat — at The Monkeyʼs Paw on Dundas West. Just pop in $2, and in a flash, youʼll be the proud owner of a new, completely random book. The mystery comes from not knowing what book youʼll actually get. Intense.

Bob Dylan keeps on being mumbly Bob Dylan at the ACC

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I didn’t mind the mumbling. At this point, it’s so firmly entrenched within Bob Dylan’s persona that it would almost be disappointing to hear him sing clearly. I didn’t even mind the virtual invisibility. Dylan’s never exactly been known for his stage presence, so struggling to see him while he was obscured by his grand piano failed to take away from the experience. In fact, you could make an argument that it even enhanced The Bard’s aura.