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This film should have been great, what with honourary Torontonian Sam Jackson and the cool special effects and all. The filmmakers also went all out, filming in Tokyo, Egypt, Rome, and…Peterborough. That's right—no matter how exotic you get, you can't make a film this flawed without giving Toronto and the GTA a little love!

"It's all about U," one of the billboards screamed. Earlier this month, that was one of the slogans plastered on large boards surrounding a sparse parking lot at Bay and St. Mary's streets. The spot set to sprout the gleaming towers of U Condominiums sits beside the historic St. Basil's Church and is marketed as the "singularly exceptional" choice for urban dwellers. Of course it is. Forget the church. Forget the students traipsing past, who can barely afford rent. It's all about U! (The mammoth sign saying as much has since been taken down, but U's website still uses the catchphrase.)

Hey, it's a parable about the need for socialized medicine starring Denzel Washington. What's not to like? Obviously something, since John Q didn't exactly tear up the box office. Roger Ebert pulls no punches, saying he's down with its message while describing it as "so earnest, so overwrought and so wildly implausible that it begs to be parodied." The New York Times' Elvis Mitchell similarly said "it is a remarkable document, so ham-fisted that it sabotages its own worthwhile arguments."

Image of The Star's coverage from June 21, 1954.

What does a baby panda born in a Chinese zoo have to do with Torontonians? Absolutely nothing aside from a case of the awww's, and one of the things they tell you in J-school is that animal stories are money. This time, instead of looking across the Pacific pond for feel-good fuzzies, Torontoist only had to go as far as the man-made pond adjacent to St. Andrew station.

Something about this picture is about to change.

Today's ad features your stereotypical 1950s architectural professional: trenchcoat, tie, hat (preferably a fedora), and a fistful of building plans. The building this dapper construction supervisor is depicted next to would quickly become one of St. Clair Avenue's architectural landmarks.

Toronto has been called a city of neighbourhoods: The Beach, Yorkville, Chinatown, Little Italy, Greektown, The Annex; all have their defining characteristics that make them appealing to locals as well as visitors. And when it comes down to it, most of these areas are well-defined by the intersection of two major streets.

Attention Wintourites, Olsen fan club members, and other fabulously fur-clad denizens of our fair city:

Torontoist is ending the year by naming our Heroes and Villains of 2007––the people, places, and things that we've either fallen head over heels in love with or developed uncontrollable rage towards over the past twelve months. Get your dose, starting Boxing Day and running into the new year, three times a day––sunrise, noon, and sunset.

Each week, Torontoist shows off the most interesting, creative, and cool submissions to our Torontoist Flickr Pool. We're especially partial to photos that show our city in a new light, highlight a recent event, and remind us why we live here. Join the Flickr pool and show us what you've got. York StreetBY HENRY ROXAS Autumn LeavesBY MICGORMIT little-courtyardBY HESITATION head in the cloudsBY SYNCROS ChristineBY TORONTOGAL PHOTOS DialogueBY .STEFFIE C. Urban Shadow BoxerBY EYELINE-IMAGERY...

The Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives has announced that the rich pay the lowest tax rates of all income groups. Heather Reisman, Jim Balsillie, and everyone who lives on the Bridle Path celebrated this by heating their gigantic mansions with a fireplace full of money and cackling. Maniacally. Dalton McGuinty is adding to economic fear-mongering by claiming that the rising loonie is hurting Ontario’s economy and that interest rates should be lowered. Meanwhile on...

Today marks the twentieth anniversary of Black Monday, the biggest one-day stock market plunge in history. On October 19, 1987, Bay Street was shocked to see all the key market indices plummet. The TSE 300 lost over 400 points as, in a frenzy of panicked selling, a record 77 million shares were desperately traded on the floor of the Toronto Stock Exchange. By day's end, hundreds of millions of dollars evaporated from share values, including $37 billion in Toronto alone.

You know all those flashy LED lights on the CN Tower? Apparently they're going to get flashier by this Thursday.

The 1960s and 1970s saw family dining restaurant chains explode across North America. Chains such as Steak n' Burger took staples of diners and greasy spoons and used cleanliness, low prices and conformity to draw in hungry families.

It's tough to get excited about Kikkoman soy sauce bottles. They've been around since 1961, and you find them at every sushi dive in the city. But, at one time, they were the height of tableware innovation, and for that reason, they're included in a new show at the Design Exchange: Japanese Design Today 100.

Whether you're Scottish or not, it's always fun to celebrate Robbie Burns Day on January 25th. The day is to celebrate the life and death of Robert Burns, the national poet of Scotland who wrote such ditties as Auld Lang Syne and Comin' Thro' the Rye, the poem which is said to have inspired J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. He is also known for drinking a lot and womanizing even more, and by the time he died at the ripe old age of 37 in 1796, he had fathered nine children.

With Labour Day having come and gone, and autumn's chill making too many appearances, Toronto's waterfront is now just a memory of a summer fling. Who are we kidding... even during the summer the waterfront leaves much to be desired.

Looks like the weather forecast is calling for nothing but rain over the next little while. Lucky for you, we have an excellent solution to pass the time indoors. Grab a friend or a hot date and head over to the Allen Lambert Galleria in BCE Place to check out the World Press Photo 2006 exhibit.

Only someone of Leonard Cohen's stature could stop traffic on Bay St. It also helps when you're one of Canada's most esteemed poets and just released a book after 22 years. The "silent one" (apparently that's his Zen name) will be at the Bay and Bloor Indigo tomorrow at 4:00pm. They're closing Bay St. from Bloor to Charles to accommodate the mad throngs of Cohen devotees that'll show up.

Get ready to watch the skies tonight as the Moon crosses through the Earth's outer perimeter shadow (penumbra). The Moon will appear to be dimmed during this penumbral lunar eclipse, which is only one of five such cases happening during the 21st Century. In honour of this event, the Toronto School of Creativity & Inquiry is inviting you to celebrate on Ward's Island Beach.

No, not really. But apparently it's true: Lots of birds are flying into office windows. But not necessarily during corporate board room shananagans, as suggested, but moreso at night. Birds are attracted to light at night, and fly into high-rise windows. But are we sure we're not talking about giant moths here? Mothra, even? And if our feathered friends are in fact dying from these collisions, why isn't Bay Street and the like littered with dead birds? Sounds like more squawking from bird lobby groups.

Here we have a big shout out to the Fence People, scratched out on a pole next to the Fence People's work area. But could the message mean more than just that? Maybe it's a salutations to ALL people - regardless of race, gender, religion, sexual preference, fences.

When newmindspace put out a call for folks to come down to Kensington Market for a game of Capture the Flag, Kevin Bracken, one half of the heart of the operation, printed off 55 maps for participants. He thought he had overestimated how many people would show up, but figured he'd play it safe. To what was likely a combination of shock, delight, and ultimately being overwhelmed, 100 people came to play.

Like a stressed out Bay Street banker Toronto Life was in need of a facelift, maybe some botox or at least a really good makeover.