Well DBAWISers, it’s that time of year again. No, it’s not summer anymore, as the vicious chill in the air would indicate (please recall I’m a desert flower so any temperature below 25 degrees constitutes as a vicious chill for me). No, it’s not Christmas, as the chill isn’t hellish as opposed to vicious. Now is the time that the glitterati, the paparazzi and the wishtheywere-ies look forward to more than anything; the Toronto International Film Festival. Every September, celebrities from the far reaches of the globe (though mostly from New York and Los Angeles) descend upon Toronto for a few days of worship, film promoting and party attending. And with them come all the trappings that a world class film festival would merit; the red carpets, the flash bulbs, the media frenzy, and the fan worship that help to make TIFF what it is today.