ADAM, ER, ATOM STILL SMASHING
Shinan Govani
National Post
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March 22 2010
Canada
‘Not bad for an Armenian boy from Canada, huh?" quipped Atom Egoyan
the other night to Vanity Fair. This, as he basked in the matinee
idol role of his own making, swallowing up all the tony testimonials,
the gilded praises the Toast of New York carpet roll-out.
The magazine’s correspondent was impressed, too — although, more
with "Adam Egoyan," not Atom, as George Wayne went about calling him
-twice! -in a write-up that later followed on Vanityfair.com.Ah yes,
that inevitable splash of water that so often follows the mirage of
Hollywood insider-dom. A cantankerous yet relentless cliche, this
idea that as much as you’ve made it, someone’s gonna come along and
remind you that you haven’t quite made it high enough.
"Adam Egoyan" had, alas, ducked into Gotham for the New York premiere
of his hot murky melodrama Chloe. And premieres calling for parties,
it was to the Thompson Hotel in the Lower East Side where the
auteur later headed, and where, flanked by his hot murky leading
ladies, Julianne Moore and Amanda Seyfried, he was the subject of
nomenclature-assassination by the very bible of celebrity.
The bright side being what it is, though, George Wayne did at least
come away saying nice things about the movie, co-starring Liam Neeson.
"Oozing with style and elan," he writes of Chloe. "Sleek, chic and
futuristic…" he chirps, giving an almost unnecessary hat-tip to
the filmic world of Toronto. Quote: "Toronto’s trendy Yorkville
neighbourhood, where most of the film is set, has never looked cooler."
This much, yes, is even clear from the trailer, I have to say. Whether
it’s Atom or Adam or Otto, this is a director who not only "pushes
the envelope of Sapphic love," as Wayne writes, but he’s churned out
a movie that pushes the envelope of Toronto as a tableau. I, for one,
continuously get quite the kick out of seeing College Street’s good,
ol’ Cafe Diplomatico up on the screen. "The Dip," being where the
wide-eyed Seyfriend borrows some sugar from a ho-hum Neeson, and
where a tangled web of deception first begins to weave.
SCENE! HEARD!
– Eating Machine Josh Josephson — Toronto’s leading optometrist-cum
foodie, and also owner of The Cookbook Store — is telling all
about the city’s most in-the-know brisket sandwich. Available only
on Wednesdays during lunch at Nota Bene, on Queen, it’s earned an
in-writing thumbs-up from the good doctor on PostCit.com"Blew me
away," he observed — although he could do without the cheddar! "You
would have to be French, or Brazilian, or from the Midwest United
States to even consider cheese with a brisket sandwich," he then
tough-love huffed.
– It wasn’t just the full-on sundae station (complete with myriad
toppings) that had people’s "sweet tooths" going at the Hugo Boss
flagship one night recently — there was also all those scores of
candy-coated ladies and gents! Among those accounted for at a party
held to back-slap those who appeared on the Post’s recent Worthy
30 lists? Eligibles such as Flare’s Mosha Lundstrom Halbert, "It"
deli-man Zane Caplansky, the modelicious Monika Schnarre, naturopath
John Dempster, skin-conjurer Sandy Skotnicki-Grant and, oh, that
Vicky Cristina Barcelona-loving developer Ken Zuckerman.
– Crafty Canadian courtier Paul Hardy, set to drop his latest
collection here on Wednesday, has plans to follow up with a post-show
party at Le Select Bistro.
– Our undisputed supermodel Daria Werbowy will strut for a good cause
in Toronto at a charity luncheon/fashion show, happening tomorrow at
Arcadian Court in aid of Ovarian Cancer Canada.