The print of Manufactured Landscapes did not arrive at The Galaxy Theater, so management said those of us who had come for the film could watch any show in the theater for free.
It is perhaps a sign of the paucity of new releases that Cindy and I picked Becoming Jane as a sad replacement.
Now granted, I'm not sure that anything short of an undiscovered Dreyer film would have got me out of my bad mood at having looked forward all week to seeing ML again.
That said, I really hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, and hated this film.
I could explain why I hated it, but that would take a certain amount of time and effort away from my looking forward to other, better films that I may see next week in Toronto.
Cindy, inexplicably didn't hate it. She thought it was okay. There were two old ladies sitting in front of us who seemed to like it.
I, however, hated it.