Michael Coren likes to call would-be sophisticates like this woman “parochial;” they’ balk, but it’s true.
Go to the Toronto Film Festival. Sit in a theater full of local artistes and “creatives.” The types who all loudly mock people who don’t have passport or library cards.
And listen to them swoon when, for a nanosecond, a local landmark passes briefly into view in the movie they’re watching.
It’s sad, really.
