TIFF 2025 Round-Up 🎥 Part 1
As they recover from TIFF 50, In The Mood's contributors share their highlights, letdowns, and gossip of this year’s festival.
In The Mood is back with our annual TIFF round-up! Our contributors braved Toronto’s theatres, lineups, and parties and spilled their unfiltered thoughts, observations, and opinions… and here’s part two featuring our team 👀
Nirris Nagendrarajah
We Don’t Love You, Christie
The hairy penis of Tony Leung Chiu-wai on screen at the Royal Alexandra Theatre.
The sound of Lucrecia Martel’s cane, each time it hit the floor, cutting through the mid-day noise of Scotiabank; glorious.
The patron sitting in my seat who said hers was F26, and the usher who asked to see her ticket. It was indeed F26—for the dressing circle. I had had 2 glasses of rosé, so I was confident enough to add salt to the social wound: “This is the orchestra.”
The programmer, whose specialty is Asian films, tripping up the stairs at Dry Leaf and falling by my feet. “Are you okay,” a woman behind him asked. “Just embarrassed,” he replied.
