I am trucked.
Trucked is a term I claim I made up, and it is used to describe the feeling when you wake up after a long night and you feel like you have been hit by a truck. My feet are purple, there are precisely 33 industrial strength bobby pins on my bedside table and my floors are covered with remnants of crystal and fabric bits. But I feel great. Last night was the North American premiere of A Dangerous Method, a film directed by David Cronenberg (a.k.a. Dad) and starring Michael Fassbender, Viggo Mortensen, Keira Knightley and my favourite, Toronto’s own Sarah Gadon, one of TIFF’s breakout stars.
About two weeks ago I was asked if I would walk the red carpet at this event, and for about two weeks I have been pretending that the thought didn’t absolutely terrify me. People do this all the time and make it look easy. After having done it myself, I wonder if they too are thinking: “don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall.” The real challenge is making sure the “don’t fall” mantra doesn’t register on your face as a wall of photographers snap your picture. Though I have learned that they only do this until Keira Knightley arrives and distracts them so I can escape.
Once you arrive in the panic room, I mean green room, you are greeted warmly by your family, but because of the harrowing experience of walking the carpet you promptly push them out of the way to get to the candy bar. Cake pops, fuzzy peaches and popcorn will be your date for the film this evening, and those are always happy to see you.
The film itself should be the main event of the night, and last night it certainly was. There is nothing like the excitement of watching a movie and knowing that so many people who worked so hard on it are in the room, soaking it all in and feeling proud. There is a special kind of electricity in the theatre. It also justifies clapping at the end. You know those people who clap at the end of movies when you go see them in theatres? I’ve never understood that. But last night, it gave me chills. I’m a pretty proud daughter right now.
Stay tuned for part two of last night’s coverage which I liked to call “A Dangerous After Party” or “The Night I Touched George Clooney”.
See red carpet pics from last night’s TIFF premieres