Ever watch a movie just because there’s absolutely nothing else on TV worth watching, and despite the dismal-sounding on-screen-guide description, it’s pissing buckets outside and you’re too Sunday-night lazy to do anything else?

Over the years, I’ve learned that this is a perfect portal to a great movie that I would never otherwise have seen – just as every intellectual fiber in me says, “Dud”, what Carlos Castaneda called The Nagual (intuition), tells me that this is precisely the movie I should watch.

And so it was last night with a film called, One Week. This movie is unapologetically Canadian, i.e. it doesn’t try to look American in order to appeal to the big-bucks market down South. From its production values, scenery, acting, and music (terrific), to its muted storyline, this movie will never be confused as a Hollywood product, but neither as a Swedish artsy-fartsy film-noir a la Bergman.

From the IMBD description: “Chronicles the motorcycle trip of Ben Tyler as he rides from Toronto to Tofino, British Columbia. Ben stops at landmarks that are both iconic and idiosyncratic on his quest to find meaning in his life”.  What this description doesn’t include is that Ben is in his early thirties, engaged to be married, and just diagnosed with cancer.

But this is no tear-jerker. It’s both funny and thought-provoking without being sentimental, in a way few films are these days. A wonderful film, well worth watching any night of  the week.