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Toronto Cult Film & Video Festival (1992) Schedule
October 24, 1992
7:00 pm -- I Hate Your Guts -- Director: Roger Corman
9:00 pm -- Bust a Move -- Julian Grant
11:00 pm -- Nekromantik 1 -- Jörg Buttgereit
October 25, 1992
7:00 pm -- Black Sunday -- Mario Bava
9:00 pm -- Dracula (Spanish version) -- George Melford
11:00 pm -- Scum of the Earth -- Herschell Gordon Lewis
October 26, 1992
7:00 pm -- Fugitive Girls -- A.C. Stephen
9:00 pm -- The Sensuous Wife -- Joseph F. Robertson
11:00 pm -- The Love Feast -- Joseph F. Robertson
October 27, 1992
7:00 pm -- The Last Pogo -- Colin Brunton
9:00 pm -- Not Dead Yet -- Ruth Taylor
11:00 pm -- No Skin Off My Ass -- Bruce LaBruce
October 28, 1992
7:00 pm -- Satan's Bed -- Unknown
9:00 pm -- Der Todesking -- Jörg Buttgereit
11:00 pm -- Forbidden Zone -- Richard Elfman
October 29, 1992
7:00 pm -- Teenagers from Outer Space -- Tom Graeff
9:00 pm -- Five Minutes to Live -- Bill Karn
11:00 pm -- Deadbeat at Dawn -- Jim Van Bebber
October 30, 1992
7:00 pm -- Short Attention Span Theatre -- Various
9:00 pm -- Nekromantik 2 -- Jörg Buttgereit
11:00 pm -- Homicidal -- William Castle
October 31, 1992
7:00 pm -- Satan's Sadists -- Al Adamson
9:00 pm -- Amodeo Bingo Martyr -- Steve DiMarco
11:00 pm -- Nash the Slash: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari -- Robert Wiene
12:00 am -- Rocky Horror -- Jim Sharman
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Yesterday I posted the above guide's cover.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Great Bike Lanes on Bloor Street (Toronto)
Back in June I posted a piece titled "Royal Ontario Museum Pull". Included as one of the pictures was this image:
Things have changed a little on this section of Bloor Street. Check out the new, and essential, dedicated bike lanes:
Things have changed a little on this section of Bloor Street. Check out the new, and essential, dedicated bike lanes:
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Toronto in a Haze of Heat and Humidity
Looking west! Somewhere in there is the C.N. Tower and Toronto's downtown core.
Friday, July 15, 2016
Mums! (Aren't Always Right)
Tonight I watched an episode of the CBC 'comedy' series Schitt's Creek and I got a flashback: Seeing comedic actors Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara ply their trade in material far away beneath their talents reminded me how funny they were in the classic Canadian comedy series SCTV.
I discovered the show when it was titled, simply, Second City Television. How we stumble upon a certain television series, especially one that goes on to great heights, has long interested me. In the case of me and SCTV it all started in early 1977 through my weekly scans of TV Guide magazine. For many weeks I would note the listing for something called Second City. It would appear with the numbers 6 and 41, which translated as the Global Television Network. ("Global" in those days was the new kid on the dial but it delivered a fine range of fare; unlike the plastic rubbish can it is today, and has been for years.)
One evening I decided to sit down and sample this "Second City" thing. I liked it. My fifteen-year-old head got much of the humour. I did not know it at the time but what I had watched was an episode from the first batch, which was produced at the Global studios on Barber Greene Road in Toronto.
I had to tell others of my great discovery, one I categorized as a video equivalent of David Livingstone's discovery of Victoria Falls....well, Mosi-oa-Tunya, more properly.
Mum! She'll be my first convert. As this week's episode unreeled on the Zenith, she and I sat in silence. That's right, as in "no laughter". I wanted to laugh but I realized that emitting anything even mildly resembling a positive reaction might read as lacking class to my British born and raised mum.
End credits: The next day I brought up the issue with my mother. "Why didn't you like it?", I asked, darn well knowing the answer about to come my way. My dad overheard this and became curious as to what serious discussion was playing out before him: "What's that?..."
I figured it was prudent to let mum answer: "Oh, it's called Second City. They're trying to do a Monty Python but it doesn't work."
Mum was so wrong....
I discovered the show when it was titled, simply, Second City Television. How we stumble upon a certain television series, especially one that goes on to great heights, has long interested me. In the case of me and SCTV it all started in early 1977 through my weekly scans of TV Guide magazine. For many weeks I would note the listing for something called Second City. It would appear with the numbers 6 and 41, which translated as the Global Television Network. ("Global" in those days was the new kid on the dial but it delivered a fine range of fare; unlike the plastic rubbish can it is today, and has been for years.)
One evening I decided to sit down and sample this "Second City" thing. I liked it. My fifteen-year-old head got much of the humour. I did not know it at the time but what I had watched was an episode from the first batch, which was produced at the Global studios on Barber Greene Road in Toronto.
I had to tell others of my great discovery, one I categorized as a video equivalent of David Livingstone's discovery of Victoria Falls....well, Mosi-oa-Tunya, more properly.
Mum! She'll be my first convert. As this week's episode unreeled on the Zenith, she and I sat in silence. That's right, as in "no laughter". I wanted to laugh but I realized that emitting anything even mildly resembling a positive reaction might read as lacking class to my British born and raised mum.
End credits: The next day I brought up the issue with my mother. "Why didn't you like it?", I asked, darn well knowing the answer about to come my way. My dad overheard this and became curious as to what serious discussion was playing out before him: "What's that?..."
I figured it was prudent to let mum answer: "Oh, it's called Second City. They're trying to do a Monty Python but it doesn't work."
Mum was so wrong....
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Toronto Public Library: "Runnymede" Branch
Until now, I had never been to the Toronto Public Library's "Runnymede" branch. As a matter of fact it had been many years since I last strolled about the area of Bloor Street and Runnymede Road.
What a difference two decades makes. I have a good visual memory and I'm sure that the last time I was there that section of Bloor was not so finger snappin' happenin'.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
"The Cobbler's Cat" - Poem
The Cobbler's Cat
It's the Cobbler's Cat
for this the
pet's got the
nicest shoes
makin' for the
finest moves
a twist in tail
the 'tude of
a Street Dude
this furry feline
don't get no
boos!
that's what's
a
Cobbler's Cat
It's the Cobbler's Cat
for this the
pet's got the
nicest shoes
makin' for the
finest moves
a twist in tail
the 'tude of
a Street Dude
this furry feline
don't get no
boos!
that's what's
a
Cobbler's Cat
***
2016
Simon St. Laurent
Simon St. Laurent
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