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The eviction of Martin Heath from CineCycle falls in a direct line from the eviction of Henri Langlois from The La Cinémathèque française. The reasoning in both cases was and is as specious as it gets.
Jerry Mander, concerned about the plight of the Chilean grape pickers and the Hopi Indians, used his considerable skills learned in advertising to craft documentary films and television commercials designed to advance their cause.
He learned that both are completely ineffective. People felt that watching the documentaries was enough. They did not feel compelled to act.
As for the commercials they were always followed by other commercials that negated their impact.
“The only thing that works is one person standing up,” states Mander.
After being informed of what has happened and what is happening I told the person who most informed me, “I am speaking up.” That person replied, “I’m not getting involved.”
John Porter asked, “Who told you the CineCycle name has been trademarked?”
Dude, Martin, under a pretence of caring, has been robbed not only of his venue but also of the name of his venue.
You know this.
Joe Fiorito, during one of the many constant and on going attacks on myself, asked, “if Martin Sheen can come to town and stand on the picket line with striking hotel workers, why won’t our senior cineastes stand up for Reg Hartt, as the city moves to strike him down.”
“Reg, you are the only person in Toronto who stands up,” Ed Keenan said to me.
From experience I know that the film community of this country is not a community that stands up.

As a result of knowing that I don’t expect it to.

“One man working alone on faith can accomplish what trained armies cannot do,” wrote Henry Miller in his AN OPEN LETTER TO SURREALISTS EVERYWHERE.
I am one person who has been operating on faith for decades.
I have never applied for funding. I encourage others to do the same. Asked to put his name to a petition for government funding Aldous Huxley replied, “That is not how it is done.”
He’s right. It isn’t how it is done though a great many do it.
One journalist wrote, “Reg Hartt has had an amazing impact given the size of the venue and the esoteric nature of the programming. He’s had an incredible impact on the city. No one else is doing it. No one else has ever done it.”
Yes, no one else is doing it.
No one else is standing up for Martin.
I, however, have had the best possible mentor in Jane Jacobs.
“She is only a house wife,” said Robert Moses when she stood up against him.
“Our mother loved you,” Jane’s kids tell me.
After reading and thinking through the ideas in THE NEW TESTAMENT I returned to Toronto from Hollywood in 1970 from Hollywood.
I wanted to see what I could do with a few loaves and fishes trusting in the power of GOD.
By the power of GOD I have done, to HIS glory, a helluva-lot.
As for those who say, “I don’t want to get involved,” well, as Sam Goldwyn would put it, they will be included out.
Not one of them, including yourself, is worth the bicycle grease on the fingers of Martin Heath.
The film community of the world was outraged by what was done to Henri Langlois.
That community should be equally outraged from Wim Wenders, and Werner Herzog to Francis Ford Coppola, George Lukas, Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino, Bruce LaBruce and keep going.
Let CFMDC keep the venue. Give Martin back the name.
There was, is and will always be only one CineCycle.
That one CineCycle is Martin Heath’s CineCycle.
It was something out of a Fellini dream.
Martin Heath’s CineCycle was the kind of place in which we would find Monsieur Hulot.
The CFMDC’s Cinecycle is the kind of place in which we will find Mr. Hulot’s brother in law (watch MON ONCLE).

In other words, no one I want to meet.–Reg Hartt 23-07-2026.

To the glory of God, Amen.–Reg Hartt

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