Crazy salad of celebs
By NATASHA STOYNOFF
WHERE'S THE BEEF?: Caught William Hurt through our long lens at Norman Jewison's annual BBQ yesterday, but Hurt, sequestered behind a roped-off patio corner, wasn't game for much more.
"He's not speaking to the press today," said his PR people.
Pale beauty Helena Bonham Carter happily chatted with fest folk, but we wish the English slip of a girl would've paused to carbo-load on pasta, pizza, 'n' protein-laden burgers.
Rotund Roger & Me director Micheal Moore was gazing at the grill in vain for something veg.
"I haven't eaten beef in a year and a half," he explained, "but not for any political reason." At his fourth fest, Moore makes his singing debut in his film The Big One, crooning Dylan's The Times They Are A-Changin'.
But he wants to make it clear that just because he's singing folk ballads and not eating animals, he still knows how to take a healthy bite outta his investigative documentary victims, er, subjects. "I still take poor enough care of myself in other ways to keep that killer instinct intact," he says.
IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET?: Of the two Men With Guns at the film fest, "we're the Canadian one," pointed out eight-months pregnant director Kari Skogland (as opposed to the other MWG, directed by John Sayles).
The only queasiness the mom-to-be was feeling yesterday was guilt over putting her Guns boys (including Callum Keith Rennie) through a gooey cocaine-snorting scene when they shot the film last summer.
"We used this fake stuff made with cornstarch and I had them snort volumes of it," explains Skogland. "They were cornstarched out of their minds. I don't know if you can get a high off it, but in the next scene we shot, the guys were pretty funny."
New Due South hearththrob Rennie, who performs a "spiritual gun dance of epiphanies" in Guns, says the only thing he's reeling from is the shock of having a steady, adult-like job after years of on-location, free spirited globetrotting. "It's my first real job," he says of the series, "it's the longest I've ever held a job."
OUT AND ABOUT?: Roaming the Windfields estate yesterday with his kids in tow, Homicide: Life On The Streets' Clarke Johnson described himself as "American as apple pie," but still Canadian enough to teach Yankees a thing or two about talkin' the Canuck talk.
Fresh to the fest from shooting Fear Of Fiction in New York, Johnson says it was "the first time I've ever done a movie shot in the U.S. that was doubling as Canada." The film is set in Wawa, so the actor "had to do a Canadian accent and say things like, 'Right on!', and 'Where ya been?', and of course, lots of 'eh's.' "
Tutored by his own Canadian brood of kids, nieces, and nephews, the actor gave his fellow Americans in the cast a helping Stanislavsky hand: "They kept coming up to me with their scripts, asking, 'How can I say this in Canadian?' "