Just to give you some local flavor (or flavour, as it’s spelled in Canada): The theater above is the Cineplex Odeon Varsity, and it’s where we do things around here. I’ve seen 19 movies at the Varsity this festival alone, out of a total of 34 and counting. And you thought you had trouble distinguishing between A Single Man and A Serious Man.

To wrap this year’s fest, it seemed appropriate to revisit the resolutions I made at the outset. Alas, depending on how you count, I’m only batting .300, which in this context kind of stinks. Maybe there’s a more euphemistic-sounding hockey metaphor? In any case:

1. Make sure to catch both sure-to-be-bonkers Werner Herzog movies. I wouldn’t have missed them for the world, and you can read about them here.

2. Start shouting at someone while waiting in line for the press screening of Michael Moore’s Capitalism: A Love Story. I failed on this one, mainly because I had priority status (thanks, press office!) and didn’t have to wait in line, but also because Capitalism turns out to be rather tepid by Moore standards. But another documentary, The Art of the Steal, proved to be a real flash point, albeit less for its filmmaking than for the way that it gets you exercised about what’s happening with the Barnes collection.

3. Challenge a renowned film critic—or better yet, a group of renowned critics—to a Molson’s-drinking contest. I did the usual amount of boozing this year, but I kind of forgot about this item, to be honest.

4. Cut down on egg salad sandwiches at the Bloor Street Diner. Resistance is futile, it seems, although I mixed it up by eating a lot of turkey clubs as well. Also, I must apologize for confusing the apostrophe-deprived Tim Hortons with Timothy’s World Coffee, which strikes me as slightly more sleek but similarly mediocre. I found a solid pizza place on Yonge Street, so it’s all good.

5. Attend another luncheon where pulled-lamb poutine is served. I didn’t see any lamb poutine when I dropped by the shindig where I found it last year, but the Serious Man party one-upped it with the best gefilte fish I’ve ever tasted. (The entire menu consisted of upscale variations on Jewish cuisine.) As a belated, corollary resolution, I was determined to find out which movie threw a better party, Antichrist or Survival of the Dead. Both events were disappointing—though not as disappointing as Survival of the Dead.

6. Start a Twitter fight over a much-maligned film that I like (or a much-loved film that I hate). I’m in under the wire on this one, as a colleague who unfortunately has his tweets protected just launched into a defense of Werner Herzog’s My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done. He’s probably in the minority on that movie, so it doesn’t really qualify as a “much-loved film that I hate,” but I’ll take what I can get.

7. See my third Coen brothers film at Toronto in as many years. Saw it and enjoyed it immensely.

9. Hang out in the lobby when a screening of Enter the Void lets out. I didn’t have time, alas. But I did attend a screening of this festival’s world-premiere scandal, Harmony Korine’s Trash Humpers, which follows a group of masked deviants who resemble the cast of a Texas Chain Saw Massacre sequel as they engage in mostly harmless mischief. (As promised, trash cans are violated, early and often.) This hideous, VHS-shot chronicle of juvenilia is the provocation that Korine was born to make, assuming Korine was born to make a film, a question to which I have no answer.

10. Take a break and spend some time in Toronto’s High Park. I’m on my way as soon as this blog post is online—I hope.

Thanks for reading, see you next September, etc. Au revoir, Toronto—it seemed like you were visited by an unusually high number of French-speaking journalists this year.

UPDATE, September 21: Oy. I just realized I left out Resolution No. 8, “Catch the midnight showing of George A. Romero’s Survival of the Dead.” Chalk it up to festival fatigue. I was there, I blogged it and I have no interest in ever seeing the movie again. That does improve my batting average, however, bringing it to .400.

UPDATE, September 22: My wrap piece is now online.