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While Women without Men is very much of a piece with these videos and photographs, Neshat’s themes this time are grounded in politics and history – in particular, the CIA- and British-orchestrated coup that overthrew the elected Iranian government of Mohammad Mossadegh in 1953 to install the Shah Pahlavi dictatorship that lasted more than a quarter-century.
Loosely based on Shahrnush Parsipur’s novella of the same name and shot mostly in Morocco, the film intertwines the quasi-allegorical stories of four women of Tehran – a young, anorexic prostitute; the disillusioned high-society wife of an Iranian military man; a middle-aged militant sympathetic to Mossadegh but oppressed by her fundamentalist brother; and a victim of a rape. Running 97 minutes, the film unfolds largely as a series of artfully assembled tableaux, some gut-wrenching, many beautiful, as we watch each woman rebel against the roles she’s been assigned.

See the full article from “Globe and Mail”

Here’s the deal: It’s Toronto, present-day. Moore is an OB/GYN with an affluent practice; her hubby (Neeson) is a high-toned music professor. They are long married and have a gifted, sexually-active teenage son. When hubby misses his birthday dinner and there is evidence he spent the time with a flirtatious female student, Moore’s neuroses congeal, and she fears that Neeson is unfaithful.
In order to ensure Neeson’s faithfulness, Moore hires a gorgeous, saucer-eyed, high-end prostitute (Seyfried) to tempt him. What happens next and next and next, we cannot say here, except that all three principals engage in a roundelay of especially dangerous proportions, one of those deals in which the truth is twisted and befouled in various ways.
And, yes, a couple of medium-graphic sex scenes ensue, and yes, there’s a good deal of skin on display, with Moore giving her all, as it were, to make sure we know that it’s really her asplash in a steamy shower and in bed with–gasp–the prostitute. How did that happen? Why? And how does this all come out?

See the full article from “Honolulu Weekly”

At the novel’s outset, Robert – a washout musician who now slings advertising copy from the 21st floor of a downtown Toronto office tower – is mourning the recent death of a close friend. Faithless and hopeless, he turns to his longtime pal, Klin Abrams, for distraction. The friendship, however, is jagged. Klin, an arrogant criminal lawyer with a shady client roster, boasts a hefty cocaine habit, a disturbing aggressive streak, and an unscrupulous tendency toward self-preservation. It’s Klin who embroils Robert in a seedy, violent entanglement with the Diamondbacks, a notorious Toronto biker gang.
Robert is not a particularly likeable guy. Within the first few pages, he brutally manhandles a hooker until her “fake she-male padding [is] shredded.” He has an affair with Klin’s mother. And he somehow manages to remain in an unconcerned, blissed-out state during a gunfight that leaves a stripper dead. Glutted by “the clay of memory” and bent on executing his “own rush ending,” Robert routinely cokes up and fucks his way through anguish and regret, while the Diamondbacks terrorize what’s left of him. Though his ride is wildly unnerving, Robert spends much of his journey mired in resignation, self-pity, and disavowal.

See the full article from “Quill & Quire (blog)”

Falana, who has been in custody in a Toronto jail since Dec. 23, 2008, will be transferred to Edmonton within six days to face other allegations, including one in which he is accused of robbing a massage parlour in 2006.

See the full article from “Toronto Sun”

By Susan Granger – Artsy Canadian filmmaker Atom Egoyan (”The Sweet Hereafter”) has devised an edgy, “Fatal Attraction”-type psychosexual thriller that turns out to be little more than soft-core pornography.
When Toronto gynecologist Catherine Stewart (Julianne Moore) plans a surprise birthday bash for her peripatetic music professor husband, David (Liam Neeson), and he – accidentally or deliberately – misses his flight home from New York and arrives long after the guests have left, she becomes suspicious that hes having an affair. Thats amplified after she intercepts a suspicious text message. To test her theory, Catherine hires a beautiful, high-priced, blonde call girl, Chloe (Amanda Seyfried), to engage David in conversation at his favorite coffee shop to see how susceptible and receptive he is.

See the full article from “Arizona Reporter”

It’s not a reach to say that “Chloe” owes more to the latter than the former. Julianne Moore — who stars in the film along with Neeson and Amanda Seyfried, who exudes such a glowing otherworldly beauty she could almost be a “Twilight Zone” alien — says, “If you try to one-line this movie, it’s about a woman who hires a prostitute to follow her husband to find out if he’s cheating. And you’re just like, ‘Oh yeah, that happens all the time.’”
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Unlike Neeson’s David in the American film, Depardieu’s character admits that he has strayed right off the bat. This fundamentally changes the bargain Ardant’s character makes with the prostitute. Instead of wondering if he’ll cheat, it’s immediately more a question of what he likes, and wanting to rediscover how to love him.

See the full article from “Salon”

Toronto stars in new Egoyan erotic thriller
LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) – The cities where films take place are like characters, themselves, and often play a key role in making stories work.
So thinking location, location, location, Atom Egoyan pushed to change the setting for his new drama “Chloe” from overly familiar San Francisco to much less identifiable Toronto.
Egoyan signed on to direct “Chloe” three years ago when Ivan Reitman approached him about remaking the 2003 French film “Nathalie” that he’d seen and acquired rights to at the Toronto Film Festival.
In “Chloe” Julianne Moore is Catherine, a married doctor who seems to have it all but still has nagging doubts about her husband’s (Liam Neeson) fidelity. To resolve her fears she hires a call girl (Amanda Seyfried) to approach him and report the details.

See the full article from “Reuters”

Now, as some have charged, it could be that the Church was more worried about its reputation than with the plight of victims of pedophilia. But, I suspect that at the core of it all is the Churchs inability to unflinchingly call a spade a spade. Jesus whose death on the cross we celebrate during the Holy Week had absolutely no qualms about dealing directly with issues that he knew were wrong. He could not stand the sight of cattle traders and money-changers desecrating the temple and, so, he sent them packing, and not too gently either.
Even when Jesus showed compassion as he did in the case of the prostitute who was about to be stoned to death, he was not afraid to acknowledge that the woman had sinned. If any of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her, he told the would-be killers.

See the full article from “New Vision”

For 24 years, Fr Lawrence Murphy had molested dozens of deaf children attending a school in Milwaukee. When his Archbishop twice wrote to Cardinal Ratzinger, reported the NYT, nothing happened initially. Eventually Ratzinger’s deputy, Cardinal Bertone ordered a canonical trial, later halting it after receiving a personal request from Father Murphy. Four months later he died.
On Saturday, in this interesting “response” in the National Review in Canada, Fr Raymond J de Souza pointed out that the letters published by the NYT were signed by Bertone, never Ratzinger, who likewise was not present at the meeting held to discuss the case in Rome.
The Murphy Case was referred to the Holy See because it involved soliciting sex within the confessional, a horrendous phenomenon which was under Church law, dealt with by the Vatican.

See the full article from “Times Online (blog)”

God knows — and He does — Protestants shouldn’t be throwing stones at the Roman Catholic Church for the scandals involving the abuse of children by some priests. Protestants have a blemished history of how they have handled their own scandals involving extramarital sex, misappropriated funds and arrogant behavior.
The hall of shame in the last century includes Aimee Semple McPherson (an alleged affair with her radio engineer, Kenneth Ormiston), Garner Ted Armstrong ( Hustler magazine carried a story in September of 1978 called “In Bed with Garner Ted Armstrong — America’s Promiscuous Preacher,” which detailed gambling, adultery and the alleged rape of a young stewardess who worked on his private jet), Jim Bakker (sex with his secretary), Jimmy Swaggart (sex with a prostitute) and Ted Haggard (sex with a man), among too many others.

See the full article from “Salt Lake Tribune”