A fox among the chickens

Certain malcontents have complained because the Toronto Film Festival has moved its press office back to the Sutton Place, the swanky hotel that served more or less as Festival Central back in the 1980s and '90s. But I must say: I'm very, very happy for the press center to be back on Bay Street, close to my favorite pub -- excuse me, my favourite pub -- in all of Toronto: The Foxes Den, where the beer is cold, the wings are hot, and the mood is mellow. Well, except when there's a Jays game on the TV. Then the mood has been know to turn, well, less mellow. But never mind: You'll likely find me there during this year's fest, munching on fowl and either quaffing brewskies or sipping Merlot after a hard day of moviegoing, and occasionally raising a glass to my dear, departed buddy, Sid Adilman.

Hey, do you think that maybe I can sleaze the pub management into spotting me for some free grub if I agree to lead film discussions on premises...? Nah, I didn't think so, either. But it's like my son always says: You dribble and you shoot, and you hope you score...