Documentary

“Tuscan fields, bel canto arias, slow food and movie stars are some of the images synonymous with one of the world’s most adored cultures. Yet many of filmmakers Luca Regazzi and Gustav Hofer’s disenchanted friends have recently emigrated from Italy.

“The Gatekeepers tells the story of Israel's internal security service, Shin Bet. Director Dror Moreh manages to get all six of the surviving former heads of the organization to discuss in detail the evolution of Shin Bet since the 1967 Six-Day War.

The stand-up comedian is a special breed, both an artist and an artisan. They work by painstakingly developing a persona, scripting and editing an act, and revising it on the spot to suit the energy of a given audience. If the audience does not grasp the countless hours crafting the routine, and the empathic micro-calculations, then the act was a success... well, as long as it was funny.

Local director Laura Archibald will be on hand.

“Filmmaker Paul Saltzman, who gave us the inspiring 2009 doc Prom Night in Mississippi continues his look at race in the South with this latest film that sees him returning to the town where he was assaulted for being a civil rights worker in 1965.

“For Gregory Crewdson, whose painstakingly constructed images seem to yearn for some impossible human connection, melancholy is  integral to his vision. Director Ben Shapiro accompanied Mr. Crewdson from 2005-9The photographs have a theatrical resonance that Mr. Shapiro sees no need to embellish.

Robin Smith, head programmer of the Bloor HotDocs Cinema will introduce this screening.

"Switch is possibly the most balanced documentary on the current energy crisis. Instead of dwelling on the problem of diminishing energy reserves itself, this doc surveys the world's range of current energy production from the executive-level perspective of Dr.

Rescheduled due to power outage - Monday Nov 5, 7pm Princess Twin

“Joe Strummer: The Future Is Unwritten opens with startling black-and-white footage of Joe Strummer in the studio, singing. We don't hear any music, just his voice - that strangled lumpen rasp, all ferocity and barbed wire, not so much singing as spitting the lyrics.