A drawn-out commercial for the already excessive Toronto club scene, Clubland is too superficial to provide any insight for Toronto residents who are familiar with the city’s club scene, the largest in the world, and won’t hold any interest for anyone who doesn’t live in Toronto. Aside from a phony, raspy voiceover that sounds like it belongs to the voice of a midnight radio DJ, the film is obviously filmed to glamorize the clubs rather than question them. The film spends as much time documenting Paris Hilton’s visit to one of the clubs as it spends on a major conflict, that of residents vs. clubbers. It studies this for about ten minutes by interviewing two sets of residents, both over the age of fifty, and forges the conflict, then, as the reserved elderly vs. the lively young. The film also doesn’t address the fact that Toronto clubs give very little of the money that they make back to the city, despite the fact that the city funds the police that have to constantly be on guard to maintain the 50,000+ drunks every night. The producer of the film, who was present for a brief Q & A, also shrugged off criticism from an audience member who asked why the film didn’t at least mention the city’s 1970s rave scene, the clubbing niche that allowed the Toronto clubs to blossom into what they are today. He seemed more interested in heading off to the after-party than defending his putrid film that has zero format that it could be useful in: no cinemas, no cable, no VJs.