“It’s really only fitting that one of the strangest films I’ve seen in a long while would come to me in the strangest of circumstances.

One day I happened to find myself in the kitchen of the Director’s Guild of Canada. (It’s a story too boring to be worth recounting). Lying on the counter of the over-designed kitchen, buried underneath a fully signed copy of the 2006 Toronto Fire Fighter’s calendar, I found a copy of Otto Buj’s The Eternal Present.”

This is, much like my review of Workingman’s Death, a review that seems to have been written too harshly for what I was trying to say, because I remember I rather liked it, even though I wouldn’t say I now disagree with anything I wrote in the review.