Cinematic Canada is always a bridesmaid and never a bride. We’re often referred to by outsiders and inhabitants alike as “America’s little brother," but I don’t think we’re related at all, at least not in the family sense. If the world is a high school, then America is the popular quarterback, and Canada is the offbeat, self-aware kid, marching to their own drumbeat. It’s a shame then, as you can imagine, for a Canadian film enthusiast to sense a lack…

A whirlwind 24 hours! Landed at 11am, promptly ate two $5.95 packs of salmon maki from Fujiya (it used to be $3.45), walked up the Drive with Mum, slammed back half a Monster Zero Ultra (white flavour, yum!) from the corner store at Venables and Commercial, went back to Fujiya to pick up a party platter, ate 3 of those rolls behind Mum's back, slammed back the rest of my Monster Zero Ultra, did a champagne toast with family and…