So here's the sign of a classy celebrity. You're at the hot-ticket party of the Toronto Film Film Fest - the Sony Pictures Classics dinner in tony Yorkville - always a fest highlight. And this dude extends his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Mark Ruffalo." He presumes nothing and moreover appears sincerely interested in who you might be - or else does a damn fine impersonation. That this moment gave me so much pleasure is a good indication of the spirit of these fests, where the desperately flailing movie business conditions most people to ration out the politesse very stingily indeed.
Also, by Day 5 in film festival land people get a little crazy. The other evening I yelled at someone to move out of my way. Except the person turned out to be me, reflected in the black glass door of the Princess of Wales Ladies.