“The Internet” laughs at Kellie Leitch. An eight-and-a-half-minute video on what the Conservative leadership candidate means when it comes to “screening for Canadian values” has drawn guffaws for its theatrical editing style—distracting from any critical analysis of what she’s trying to get at. But in an infinite world of homemade videos trying to prove that they’re more clever than you, all of these pauses are refreshing:

“I would assume that accuracy with respect to reporting would be more important than relying on ‘talk in this building.’” Councillor Michelle Holland seems like she wants in on the "fake news" game. Her gripe concerns a Toronto Star investigation into why she missed city council's budget meeting—an absence that three councillors voted not to excuse. Holland claimed she couldn’t get a flight home from a visit to Arizona. During the trip, she made an Instagram post about a spa visit. (Her account is now private.)

Toronto Sun publishes some geniunely fake news. Postmedia CEO Paul Godfrey recently boasted that his newspapers “haven’t become unacceptable." But a piece published Monday suggests they’re well on their way. A Donald Trump news roundup drew from a November hoax article about protesters being paid to oppose the president. (The item was deleted on the Sun's desktop website, but a mobile version has lived through the morning.) Kurt Larson, the soccer columnist who put together the article, might be better off sticking to sports.

Margaret Wente returned to Twitter after 2,892 days away. The Globe and Mail columnist signed up for Twitter in March 2009, whereupon she used the platform to ask for insights on her own thoughts, then requested an interview with Twitter co-founder Biz Stone. For seven years and 11 months, @pwente looked like just another forsaken egg—although Wente did click the "like" button on one tweet last November. On Monday, her Twitter reticence was apparently overcome by a desire to ask Jason Kenney a question. If there was any followup from Kenney, it isn’t acknowledged in Wente's column: “Trudeau needs to have a Merkel moment.”

Department store necrophiliacs discover the lost tomb of Zeddy. “Dead and Dying retail” is a Facebook page run by two guys who visit sites like the last Kmart eatery standing, and the mall locations that Macy’s can’t abandon fast enough. A jaunt north took them to Sears Canada, which they found very clean compared to the derelict ones in the U.S. These might be the only tourists ever to make a pilgrimage to the retro-branded Hudson’s Bay liquidation outlet on the Queensway:

The Red Maple Leaf is dubbed “a stirring, twisty crime caper.” There’s not much digital evidence of anyone paying to see Frank D’Angelo’s latest flick, save maybe for an IMDb review calling it “132 minutes I’m not getting back." Yet the movie has an advocate in self-published critic Addison Wylie, who didn’t like its predecessor, Sicilian Vampire, but praises D’Angelo’s cinematic evolution since then—even if the auteur's acting skill can't match co-stars like Paul Sorvino, let alone Mira Sorvino.

Beverly D’Angelo remembers singing for swinging at the Zanzibar Tavern. Before playing Ellen Griswold, she performed with Ronnie Hawkins—and she had a jazzy sideline on Yonge Street, where she dressed in an evening gown to sing in between performances by strippers. “Every 40 minutes, I’d say 'Now gentlemen, it’s swing time.' I was 18," she explains in a new interview with the A.V. Club. “And these girls would get on trapezes and swing across the patrons’ heads.”