EDITOR: Write it this way. ME: [writes it that way]. EDITOR: I don’t like the way you’ve written this. ME: [blank stare].

Look, I would GO to the gym and lose some weight if there were 26 hours in the day. But there are only 24, and I gots to get paid, yo.

A few random thoughts concerning my experience at the Toronto International Film Festival are cobbled together into this week’s edition of “Snide Remarks,” entitled “Oh, Yeah. Canada.” “Oh, Yeah. Canada” is what I envision the original intent of the national anthem “O Canada” to have been.

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Hmm. Apparently I have athlete’s foot. That means Peyton Manning must have lazy sedentary writer’s foot.

If “My Best Friend’s Girl” only makes $7.50 this weekend, I’ll be glad to know that $7.50 came from me.

Here is your weekly shipment of reviewage!

“Ghost Town” is a pretty funny comedy in which Ricky Gervais sees, and is annoyed by, dead people. (My review is at Cinematical.) Of course, if you don’t think Ricky Gervais is funny, you probably won’t care for the film. Then again, if you don’t think Ricky Gervais is funny, then what’s wrong with you?

“Lakeview Terrace” has Samuel L. Jackson, which is always a good thing, but it’s still just a generic thriller about a cop harassing his neighbors. My review is at Film.com.

“Igor” (an animated film about a mad scientist’s hunchbacked assistant) and “My Best Friend’s Girl” (in which Dane Cook summons all his acting skills to play a douchebag) are two of Hollywood’s Shameful Secrets™. (“Igor” was apparently screened in some cities but not in others.) I’ll definitely have a review of “My Best Friend’s Girl” for Cinematical at some point this weekend.

Then there’s “Towelhead,” in limited release, an uncomfortable and controversial — but funny — film about a 13-year-old Arab-American girl living in Texas during the first Gulf War. It was written and directed by Alan Ball, writer of “American Beauty” and “Six Feet Under,” and it has the same kind of suburban-treachery vibe.

We’ve switched to a new feed for the podcast, but I think existing subscribers will be redirected automatically, so it shouldn’t affect your smooth podcast-listening enjoyment. I forgot to double-check with Jeff that everything was all set before it got late and he went offline. I wouldn’t be surprised if he barges into this post and inserts an update, though.

[JEFF'S FORESHADOWED UPDATE: As of this minute, the old feed is now being redirected to http://feeds.ericdsnider.com/InTheDarkPodcast, and the old "Snide Remarks" podcast feed is being redirected to http://feeds.ericdsnider.com/SnideRemarksPodcast. These are both aliases for the same URLs at feedburner.com, but it gives us control to later move to a different service without having to go through this same craziness. So anyway, your pre-existing iTunes subscriptions, etc., should all redirect immediately; if you have any issues, please email me directly at webmaster (at) the domain you're looking at right now.]

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As someone immediately guessed last week, today’s edition of Eric’s Bad Movies at Film.com features “Mac and Me,” an extended McDonald’s/Coke/Skittles commercial from 1988. My devoted editor has gone to the trouble of adding YouTube clips of the movie’s two high points — boy in wheelchair falls off cliff; alien in teddy bear costume dances at McDonald’s — and I highly recommend them to you.

This is Eric’s Bad Movies #25, by the way. Can you believe it’s been almost six months since we started? Seems like only yesterday.

As for next week: I’m not 100 percent sure yet, but if I go with the title I’m thinking of, it will be the oldest film yet covered in Eric’s Bad Movies. (Here are the archives for reference.) Some of its actors were Grammy-winning singers. The film was a remake.

Remember when I said I was going to be on the /Filmcast on Monday? Well, I totally was. The recording has been posted, and you can listen to it here. I come in around the 52-minute mark. I believe there may be a bit of saucy language in my segment (though not from my own mouth, of course), but nothing beyond the PG-13.

Since you weren’t lucky enough to be born to Sarah Palin, you don’t have a name like Track, Willow, Bristol, Piper, or Trig. But what if you did spring from the loins of Alaska’s governor? What would your name be? Find out here, at the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator!

Best wishes,

Eric D. Snider
aka Pie Gallon Palin

@craigbates Well, worrying isn’t going to help, is it? Only worry about things you have some control over, like how G.D. fat you are.