Will they or won’t they? The world clock is ticking. The final result of the COP negotiations are now in the hands of the heads of state who are literally choking Copenhagen’s airport runways as they gather over these final hours.

Grey pinstripe suit, pink tie (he might say salmon), dark trench coat, fly specs: Mike McCormack’s dressed to kill. I mean, to impress.

Holiday shopping time running out? Budget blown? We’ve got great last-minute, low-budget finds to get you to the finish line.

Glamour can be a strange thing. Look it in the eye and it’s barely there.

It’s the last day of the Toronto Film Festival, and Emily Blunt looks absolutely terrific – in contrast to the exhausted publicists and journalists wandering the halls of the hotel where she’s doing press for the closing-night gala, The Young Victoria.

James Cameron understands action like no other filmmaker.

How did a pagan fest co-opted by the Church to celebrate the birth of a kid so poor he was delivered in a manger turn into the most gluttonous event of the year? Blame St. Nick, blame Best Buy, blame clever marketers, but at the end of the day we all share some of the blame for the holiday bloat.

Oranges, knives or torches, maybe – but juggling expensive gizmos is the hobby of no one.

If Eduardo Lee and Marc Lukacs have their way, Venezuelan arepas could be the next hamburgers.

As the awards season heats up and critics’ groups start delivering their verdicts on the year in cinema, the Toronto Film Critics Association stands out from the crowd this week. (Full disclosure: I’m not only a member of the TFCA, but also the current vice-president and secretary.)