JT LeRoy is not a great movie. In fact, it’s pretty bad. And yet in so many ways it’s the perfect JT LeRoy movie, the inevitable conclusion to this whole twisted saga.
A modern queer take on Cyrano de Bergerac, no less!
It’s like Girls Trip’s less raunchy kid sister who went to NYU and made some white friends.
Not all libraries have Kanopy access, but if yours does, you are hot to trot, my friend. Much like the subjects of the documentary about same-sex ballroom dancing, Hot to Trot, discussed within! Just a little LGBT documentary humor for you.
Olivia Wilde is a bisexual sex worker in this political satire that also stars a pint sized Yara Shahidi! And they sculpt artwork out of butter? For some reason? I have your weekend Netflix plans all set.
Molly Shannon’s turn as the reclaimed queer poet tells the truth at a slant, dazzlingly.
If I were a man invested, even subconsciously, in propping up a patriarchal society where women, even subconsciously, Know Their Place, Captain Marvel would terrify the pants off of me.
You may not find all these movies romantic date material, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t something to work with there.
What if “Coming To America” starred Lena Waithe instead of Eddie Murphy? What if Sanaa Lathan and Gabrielle Union made out with each other at the end of “Love & Basketball”? What if black lesbians finally got to get the girl on the big screen? I’m buying the popcorn. You coming with?
On internal colonization, South Asian shame and representation of happy brown queers on film.
We were rooting for you.
“It’s as if the BET classic Player’s Club ran head first into Hustle and Flow, but cast a cadre of child stars turned ingenues.”
No false promises of “girl power” or happiness. Just a reassurance that being alone together is better than being apart.
Dolly Parton got you Dolly Parton for Christmas and you are very welcome.
As I’ve written and tweeted and whispered into the night repeatedly, 2018 was a stellar year for queer women on the big screen. It was also a very good year for women, in general, in film.
Lavish parties, duck racing, powered wigs, and lesbianism — and everybody gets an Oscar nomination.
Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people!
Santa or no Santa? Christmas pud or Christmas pie? Do you want to cry?
These women aren’t ultimately just stealing the money. They’re stealing back the ability to control their own lives. To get in at least one solid kick against the rancid, putrid system that forced their backs against the wall in the first place.
It’s been a banner year for queer women on the big screen!