Finally, a movie about gay pride in the 80s that isn’t about gay pride in the 80s.
There is a new horror movie out right this very minute called Lyle that takes its cue from Rosemary’s Baby, and you must see it as soon as humanly possible.
So much of our cultural rhetoric around breastfeeding is tied to a sense of what women should be doing rather than what they would like to or are even able to do. Breastfeeding isn’t purely a medical issue, but neither is it a wholly moral one. And all the parameters that go into a woman’s decision to breastfeed pale next to the fear that she is somehow failing her child.
A university student feels pressure to be perfect but finds refuge in the Australian fetish scene.
The film festival was not as gay as hoped, and it turns out I’m still not cynical enough to not cry when ladyqueers say “I do.”
“Reaching For The Moon” is a biopic about the turbulent relationship between American lesbian poet Elizabeth Bishop and Brazilian architect Lota de Macedo Soares. Yep, it’s just as good as it sounds.
Sundance was SUPER FUCKING GAY THIS YEAR, YOU GUYS. Let’s talk about the best queer films.
In Nicaragua, homosexuality is decriminalized, but queer people have few legal protections. This project provides a new avenue for people to understand the experiences of Nicaraguan lesbians.
“My Prairie Home is more than pretty skies and poetic wheat fields. It’s also about growing up different in a difficult environment and what it means to survive.”
“Despite its pro-gay attitude, the film fails to break the pattern of transphobic narratives in cinema, perhaps because it doesn’t understand that trans people are not the same as cis gay people.”
If you’re looking for a primer in all the ways that modern media is still failing queers, this film is a good start.
The first thing you should know about “Concussion” is that Robin Weigert has sex.
In which I review Valencia and talk to Michelle Tea for 15 minutes. // “We were not gay. We were queer. We were dykes. We were really against the man and capitalism and always aware of everything that was unfair and unjust.”
Breaking the Girls is not the kind of movie where you are going to see RuPaul in short-shorts. Not unless RuPaul’s corpse is in short-shorts when they find him floating facedown in a SoCal jacuzzi.
The same artsy shots, repeating scenes, and haunting dialogue that make it indie/creative/experimental just make it boring/repetitive/annoying. It doesn’t take stupidity to task, it glorifies it.
Cantaloupe sorbet is the “perfect ending” to our lemon-pepper linguine movie night extravaganza with Wolfe Video!
Country star Chely Wright told the truth. And it was breathtaking.
Being young and in love makes you an idiot monster, and that’s what “Jack & Diane” is about.
Vanessa, Gabrielle and Ali watch movies and have feelings that are relevant to your interests, with reviews of Cloudburst, Mosquita Y Marie, and Young & Wild.
“I see that I am a little piece of a big, big universe, and that makes it right.”