TIFF Critic's Notebook 1: Canadian Border Security, Call Me By Your Name, Bodied

It’s customary, when diving into a series of festival dispatches, to include some prefatory, contextualizing stuff up top, which has always been tough for me. This year, though, reality has made it easy: by having me arrive at Sundance a day late thanks to Air Force Two speeding Trump off to the inauguration, and in Canada in the form of a Canadian border security official, one officer Nicoara. I’d remembered last year that Canadian customs is a little more severe than you’d expect: I thin...