On this week’s episode of Someone Else’s Movie, I welcome actor, writer, producer and now director Murry Peeters, who’s pulling off something of a coup this week: On Saturday, her short film Woman Meets Girl will premiere at two different film festivals on two different hemispheres, the Toronto Black Film Festival here at home and the Mardi Gras Film Festival in Sydney, Australia. It’s a very good debut, and I’m delighted for her!
And which movie did Murry pick for her episode? Why, Mark Mylod’s The Menu, which was the first film I introduced as a TIFF programmer last year, and is thus near and dear to my heart. Also it’s just a fun movie to talk about, especially with economic disparity continuing to be such a hot topic three years after Parasite, Ready or Not, The Platform and Knives Out told us it was okay to eat the rich — sometimes literally, even.
Want a seat? Subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher and/or Spotify, or download the episode directly from the web. And once you’ve listened to that, feel free to check out my appearance on my old friend Maria Manero’s new show, I Don’t Get It, talking about podcasts because — I think — I’m the only person she knows who has one. It’ll be eight years old in a month. Isn’t that weird? I think that’s weird.
Also! There are two more editions of Shiny Things in the world, covering Arrow’s new Blu-rays of Nico Mastorakis’ trashy Nightmare at Noon and .Com for Murder and Criterion’s exquisite new 4K restoration of Krzysztof Kieslowski’s Three Colors Trilogy. Get caught up right here, why don’t you?
Also also, if you’re in Toronto and reading this on Valentine’s Day, you might still be able grab a ticket to tonight’s Secret Movie Club screening. It’s a good one, with kissing and stuff that’s entirely appropriate for an evening with that special person — or just yourself, if you’re not into the whole greeting-card-holiday thing. And that’s all I’m going to say about that. Tickets should still be available right here, unless they went off-sale as I was typing this … in which case, there’s always next month.