by Shinan Govani, published on December 7, 2010 6:30 am|
If both dream architecture and subconscious scuba diving werent arduous enough treks for a Hollywood ingenue, just watch her take on the great big mystery of the disappearing bees.
No, Ellen Page isnt exactly in Seinfeld-land. The Oscar nominee, who went from Juno to Inception in no time flat, and is one of Canadas greatest scarf-wearing exports, is front/centre in a honied new documentary called, yes, Vanishing of the Bees. Now making the special-screening circuit, it basically traces two beekeepers David Hackenberg and Dave Mendes who, in turn, track the problem known as Colony Collapse Disorder. (A phenomenon that, according to one synopsis, has brought beekeepers to crisis in an industry responsible for producing apples, broccoli, watermelon, onions, cherries and a hundred other fruits and vegetables. Commercial honeybee operations pollinate crops that make up one out of every three bites of food on our tables.)
So, Ellen, dear. Shes the narrator of the film. A self-confessed outdoorsy type who grew up in Nova Scotia (as you probably know), she did most of the actual voice work in Halifax when she was there a few months ago (technology being a beautiful thing like bees). Also, I hear, she got into character, if you will, by watching a lot of docs docs with groovy narrators.
In fact, the people behind that awesome insta-movie site, Netflix, asked the actress what were the docs she cribbed from, and she came back with a bunch of recommendations you can run with. Hey, they put the bug, er, bee, in my ear and Im cordially passing it on to you all now.
She watched The Devil and Daniel Johnston, that acclaimed film about a mentally illness and artistry. She watched Dirt! the Movie, a goodie about, yes, mans relationship with dirt. She caught up on Deliver Us from Evil, the true story of a Catholic priest who admitted to having molested 25 children in California between the late 1970s and 1990s. The Yes Men and In the Realms of the Evil, heavy-duty docs both, rounded out her list.
But its not been all movie-crash-coursing and enunciation-exercises for young Page. She educated herself plenty on bees, too, as it appeared when she was doing press for her recent blockbuster. Theyre absurdly selfless, they supply us with at least one-third of our food theyre pollinators, she told one interviewer. Without bees, she also added, were basically dead.
And you thought Inception was troubling.
That it starts with Fellini and ends with Gucci at a cocktail that the latter is set to co-host here, tonight, downtown, with Birks. Its a preview of a triumphant travelling photo exhibition called La Dolce Vita, 1950-1950.
That I ran into that dream team of George Yabu and Glenn Pushelberg at Malena, on Avenue Road, a few nights ago. They speed-updated me on their usual tricks, which includes Edition, a new hotel-brand collaboration with some guy named with Ian Schrager.
And, oh yeah:
Dashing TV chef and man-about-towns David Rocco suffered an injury that he shared on Twitter yesterday. Broke a bone in my hand & Im not sure what to tell people other than nothing good every happens after 2 a.m., he cautionary-taled.