9/3/25

the diary

It’s a new day and a new film festival. Though I just spent the last five days at Telluride introducing 11 films, moderating two Q&As, and watching 18 films—I have no time to rest.

Yesterday I took a 6am shuttle from Telluride to Grand Junction Airport for a **checks notes** 6pm flight (it was the only available shuttle). From there I flew to Denver where I learned the plane meant to take me to Chicago needed to be replaced. I didn’t step through my front door until 1:30am. From there I repacked and went to sleep for three hours before heading back to O’Hare to catch an 8am flight to Toronto for TIFF.

Now that I am here, I am tired. Pooped. Dead.

Still, I have eight days worth of a film festival to cover, where I’ll write up reviews of 11 films and maybe even more on here.

I’m also working on a Highest 2 Lowest talkback with Odie Henderson that I hope will be done in time for publication on Friday for RogerEbert.

And oh yeah, I’m editing my monthly New York Times action column, which should also go live this Friday.

It’s difficult when the amount of writing you’re doing isn’t reflected in the bank account. But oh well.

If a screener doesn’t come to me today, I may write a review of Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein tonight.