Film was Unmistaken Child, part of the Tibet Film Festival, and the Bloor was full of Tibetans, natch, and large white middle-aged people not unlike myself; which is, in fact, one reason why I don't go out much. The large white middle-aged people are also remarkably loud.
The film itself is a love story and made me cry. Online reviews are palpably uneasy with the subject matter ('of course we all know reincarnation is a myth') and not much help. But a question I have-- if the filmmaker didn't meet the young monk Tenzin Zopa until 2002, the year after his master died, how'd he get the footage of the funeral, complete with close-ups of the corpse and the post immolation sifting through the ashes?
