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Code Unknown: My fourth Haneke, and the only one not to explicitly traffic in horror/thriller filmmaking (although I was still on-edge for much of it, especially the end collection of scenes). I was wondering if the absence of Haneke indulging in nerve-shredding would leave this being little more than a lecture, but I

Was not expecting American Pastoral to be the annual festival disaster area. At least Indignation will reign supreme as the year's Philip Roth adaptation of choice.

So that's why she reads Vox so often!

Yeah, I'm now glad the only one of those versions with the slightest chance of playing near me is the 45-minute version.

And just when I thought I couldn't be more excited for Nocturnal Animals.

Okay, but it's funnier for Doubt to get a sequel financed by We're Back 2 money than it would be for, I dunno, Joe vs. the Volcano.

But it could give John Patrick Shanley the money needed to finally make Doubt 2: Get Doubtier!

TIFF Update: Voyage of Time (the 90-minute version) is getting afforded the same violently mixed reaction that accompanies Malick's work as of late, American Pastoral is apparently a complete misfire (I saw one tweet that said it made The Human Stain look better in comparison), A Monster Calls will probably make you

Right on time!

But yeah, that's mighty awful, as a review of a movie and as a piece of writing.

You're only angry because it WOKE YOU UP!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!

Fuck yeah! I've been waiting anxiously for him to make another movie, and Y tu mama tambien is still my favorite thing that he's ever done. Get Lubezki back and I'm camping out to see this starting now.

…Not going to lie, "Alejandro Inarritu" nearly gave me a stroke.

Also, The Magnificent Seven is actually getting pretty good reviews out of Toronto. Maybe we collectively owe Nicky Pizzapie an apology.

So Adam Wingard can make that money.

I'm surprised this review makes no mentions of the scenes where Jesse Plemons puts his pants on two legs at a time and then makes decisions on which ways to walk in New York City. Or the 45-minute shot of Adam Scott's penis.

I apologize for being this coy for these scoops, so I'll give you another one outright; NBC wanted Roman Polanski to direct all the episodes of their gritty Wizard of Oz reboot and he agreed to do it, but the top brass vetoed it.