So I’ve been back in San Diego for 24 hours, and I have to admit, I’m kind of sad to be back. Though the whole atmosphere of Toronto seemed to change over the weekend—a very palpable stillness fell over the city as things returned to “everyday life”—I just didn’t feel quite ready to let go and leave. And that’s a first for me—even during my trips to London I’ve been ready to return home when the time came.
Actually, what I think is that I wasn’t ready for the festival to conclude. On Saturday, the last day of the festival, I ran into Girish and Darren, two bloggers I admire tremendously, and in a few parting thoughts after what would prove to be all of our second-to-last film, both expressed that they had reached their filmwatching limits and were ready for the festival to finish. I had purposely kept my viewing schedule on the light side, but as the festival came to a close I found myself rather envying the sense of gluttonous fatigue I could sense from many of my fellow audience members, which I think brought the festival to a natural conclusion for most. One of the many things I learned at TIFF: I might have a greater capacity for consecutive movie watching than I have previously given myself credit for.
But with all said and done, TIFF 2007 was an amazing experience for me, and I relished the opportunity to not only see a number of excellent films, but get the opportunity to meet up and hang out with fellow bloggers and long-time internet friend. I wish I could say that I will certainly be going back come next September, but that likely won’t be the case considering I will just be starting classes for grad school (if all goes as planned). But I think I might just have to find a festival that will fit with my schedule…