Tkaronto

This movie played like a college project. Needlessly long shots of people over-re-acting surrounded by time-filling shots of being in a sunny field. Many scenes of people whining for new-agey solutions to their self-absorbed mundane yuppy dramas. Whining, that is, unless they're raging against stereotypical straw men in the process of stereotyping. Most of the humor falls flat as a flounder dropped from the CN Tower. Would have been a better movie if it were completely a dialog between Max Cardinal and the Tarot Card Reader. Felt a bit bruised under the assault of constant button pushing. Here's hoping for better movies from this director.