There is, perhaps, no greater film genre than forbidden love.
The Toronto International Film Festival is the annual hallmark of Oscar season that telegraphs what movies you’ll care about, or at the very least watch win dozens of awards all winter and spring. (Green Book premiered there, for context.) That this year’s unprecedented and COVID-dictated virtual festival is centered around that genre fits.
Emotions are more volatile and more untenable than ever. Also, we’re all trapped….