The Toronto Film Festival opens this week. Last year, one of the two opening night films was Michael Moore’s “Where to Invade Next.”

You may recall that “Where to Invade Next” was bought with a lot of hoopla by Tom Quinn and Jason Janego, formerly of Weinstein’s Radius division. In August 2015, Janego and Quinn exited The Weinstein Company after producing two back to back Oscar winners in the documentary category, “20 Feet from Stardom” and “Citizenfour.” TWC declared that Radius would continue, and wished the pair of former Magnolia execs the best.

No one explained what happened. But sources said Janego and Quinn wanted more than TWC had to offer. Then they bought the Moore film.

A year later, Janego and Quinn are MIA. They never named their company. The Moore film went out under Moore’s company name. It made just $3.8 million despite great reviews. Also, despite its world view and global themes, “Where to Invade Next” never had a foreign release. It just came and went, even though Moore did everything he could to promote it.

A source tells me of Janego and Quinn, “there never was a company.” That’s all I know. The pair has vanished. At the time of the release, they were working out a deal with Alamo Drafthouse. In fact, “Where to Invade Next” is listed under that indie’s aegis.

When “Where to Invade Next” played the New York Film Festival last fall, the talk at dinner was that William Morris Endeavor had financed the film through its new purchase of IMG. The Moore film might have been the beginning of IMG Films. That was certainly the understanding I got from everyone involved. WME, Moore’s talent rep, has always been loyal to him. But it does seem like everything fizzled.

A head scratcher for sure. Any ideas? Email me at showbiz411@gmail.com. PS I wish Michael Moore had a surprise Trump movie coming. Meantime, “Where to Invade Next” is on DVD from Anchor Bay.

The weekend box office is a tragedy, not a comedy. Not even a dramedy.

The number 1 film is “Don’t Breathe,” a horror film that’s scrounged up some needed dough for Sony via ScreenGems. That’s the good news. The only other bright spot is that “Hell or High Water” is doing very well, and people actually seem to like it.

There was no “Light Between Oceans,” just darkness. Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander took hom $4,894,000 million. Maybe if the movie had been The Light Between Frank Oceans, there could have been a soundtrack with no melodies, just whales and babies crying.

You might ask, What ever happened to War Dogs? Miles Teller and Jonah Hill’s gun running movie has made $35 million. It made $4.7 million this weekend. so it could get to $50 million maybe, if Warner Bros. leaves it in theaters a long time. But that’s doubtful.

Completely over: “Southside with You” is dead. The first weekend was good, but that was it. Peculiar release, anyway. Should have been a Lifetime movie. “Hands of Stone” has turned to lead. “Morgan” at Fox was largely unseen.

Everyone’s watching “Stranger Things” and “The Night Of.” That’s all I know. They’re on TV, or the computer.

The movie box office is not a happy place this weekend.

For one thing, it turns out that Johnny Depp’s “Alice Through the Looking Glass” is still playing somewhere. Actually, nine screens. It made a total of $1,000 last night. Does Disney know it’s still in distribution? “Alice” has earned $77 million domestically in 99 days of release. It would be a total write off with a $200 million budget except that overseas it made $218 million. It’s mostly a disaster.

Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander are fine actors. She even has an Oscar now. But they can’t find “The Light Between Oceans.” It’s a dark dark place when your movie is ridiculous. They made $1,357,000 last night. That won’t pay the electric bill at the lighthouse. This real life couple isn’t generating heat at the box office. (I wonder how often that sentence has been written over the years.)

Robert DeNiro and Edgar Ramirez are just great in “Hands of Stone,” so is Usher. But audiences aren’t buying it. “Hands of Stone” is suffering a second round knockout this week. Last night it made just $350,000. Adding a million bucks to the total by Sunday isn’t going to help anyone. Plus, TWO more boxing movies are coming! The audience is already on the ropes!

Also, remember “Ben Hur.” Oy vey. Dead everywhere. Only $21 million overseas. Just $22 mil in the US. No one wants to see it. But again, hoping for that new “Earth” just discovered. Those people will be fascinated, trust me. (Unless they’ve been illegally downloading for years.)

Mel Brooks is 90 years young, and he’s a spitfire, a spark plug. On stage at Radio City Music Hall, playing to an absolutely packed house, he reminisced last night about his career and took questions from the audience. This was all following a screening of “Blazing Saddles” that held up beautifully and elicited peels of laughter and applause as if it were still 1974.

Indeed, every star’s entrance onto the screen drew massive applause, from Harvey Korman to Madeline Kahn to Cleavon Little– all gone now. But the biggest and most thunderous ovations came from Mel himself and for Gene Wilder, who passed away just this week.

The movie pokes fun at everything, contains the first fart jokes ever on film and many many uses of the “n” word, sends up race relations and old Hollywood and the studio system, and ends in a big sequence with Nazis and KKK members. It’s insanely funny. I forgot how adeptly it breaks the “fourth wall” and becomes meta, and very modern, for a few minutes where fiction and meta fiction, some form of reality, all meet.

At one point Sheriff Bart (Little) is seduced by Lily von Shtupp (Kahn). It’s all in the dark, you see nothing, but there are noises and funny comments. Lily is supposedly impressed by the Sheriff’s manhood, and asks if it’s true about black men. That’s when the slurping noises come in. But Brooks told the audience after the screening that he excised a moment where Little tells Kahn “You’re sucking my arm.” Brooks said, “It was just too much.”

I asked Mel after the show if he’d slept all day. But he was too busy greeting everyone to stop and say No. On stage he rarely sits, but works like a stand up comedian. At one point he does a lap around the center area where the moderator sits next to Mel’s empty chair. God bless him, he’s like an extra wonder of the world.

In the audience at Radio City: Susan Stroman, who won the Tony for directing Brooks’s “THe Producers” on Broadway, Cady Huffman, who won Best Supporting Actress in a Musical, Roger Bart, star of Brooks’ Broadway production of “Young Frankenstein,” and comedian Nick Kroll. There was also a gaggle of Brooklyn friends and relatives, Mel’s daughter Stephanie, a lot of cousins named Kaminsky including Howard, who once ran Random House, and a first cousin of Mel’s who is 91 and just as lightfooted.

Brooks has been on tour with this screening-Q&A combo, and I can only hope that somehow it’s been filmed somewhere. It deserves to be made into a documentary. Mel Brooks is a national treasure. He has just one Oscar for writing “The Producers” in 1969. He should have received a Governor’s Award by now. Much as I love movies like “Airplane” and “The Naked Gun,” you can see how much Brooks influenced them just by watching “Blazing Saddles.”