While it’s common knowledge that being the presence of celebrities can render a person into a giddy puddle of goo, Friday night’s Passion Play gala at the Ryerson Theatre brought out a mixed bag of emotions among fans: confusion and entitlement, hatred and horniness.

Ryerson is the TIFF cinema where plebs can get closest to the celebs. That’s also its greatest flaw: with the fan pit is so close to the red carpet, publicists and posses usually get in the way, drawing ire from the fans that lined up for three hours to see the night’s biggest star, Megan Fox. Some of the jock-frat types gave up all together, preferring to hang back and give interviews about where Fox lands on the hotness scale (nine, apparently).

“Move! No one wants to see you,” a women yelled at the TIFF carpet organizers. “It’s like they get off on pissing us off.”

Another whined, “Why is she talking to ET for so long? They should ask one question and that’s it.”

Meanwhile, co-star Mickey Rourke walked towards the fans to sign autographs. A Japanese exchange student jumped up and down with glee when Rourke scribbled his initials on her notebook. “I got it! I got it!” she beamed while slapping our shoulders. When he left to do more interviews, she leaned over to us and asked, “Excuse me, who is that?”