The Toronto International Film Festival, where mainstream critics stick to premieres, freelance writers look for discoveries, programmers tend to their demographic and harried acquisition agents run from theater to theater. For all, time is key: getting to the show on time, standing in long lines for the latest indie blockbuster, rushing to grab something resembling food and sitting through mediocre films because there’s nothing else playing. Appropriately, several of this year’s films mirrored this emphasis on time and the demands it makes on the viewer. Many of the festival’s most daring films were in the Wavelengths section, which last year […]