How not to act at a big TIFF party

On Friday night at a private party at Soho, we enjoyed a close encounter with a party gal on the make. Or rather, our date did. Mere moments after we left him at the duck and dumpling bar (our dos needed to be re-did), a tenacious young thing of unknown origin moved in for the kill. Must have been the “I don’t give a hoot, I’m kind of a big deal” look we coached him on in the cab on the way over that convinced her he was a capital-S Somebody in Movies.

They quipped, but it got weird when she got kittenish with an unsolicited back rub. We sympathize with the poor thing. With so many people faking it to fit in at parties across the city over the weekend, it’s hard to identify legitimately big-deal film types on how aloof they look (chances are they were coached in the cab, too). We advise making one’s move in the VIP lounge only, and putting a lid on the desperation.—Katy P