A Love Letter to Alice Wu’s “The Half Of It”
You’re as epic as the concept of love and as small as the town of Squahamish. You’re as perfect as a movie can be and as messy as a movie should be. To say it simply, I love you.
You’re as epic as the concept of love and as small as the town of Squahamish. You’re as perfect as a movie can be and as messy as a movie should be. To say it simply, I love you.
Contemporary YA novels don’t necessarily have happy endings so much as hopeful ones, and The Half of It follows this blueprint, delicately treading the fine line between saccharine and heartfelt with skill — and a few good jokes.
It was fascinating to watch a young white woman enter the home of two gay women of color and make a concerted effort to support them, without centering herself or her own personal experience.
Miranda July’s new feature, starring a magnificently weird Evan Rachel Wood, is a careful, long-game-playing meditation on how we can learn to parent ourselves when our own families refuse to do the job.
With two on-screen queer women characters, “Birds of Prey” is an irate, sparkle laden, middle finger in the air to a society that otherwise cowers to the angry whims of men. Who the hell wouldn’t sign up for that?
Untimely deaths, lesbian bed death, a creepy heterosexual polyamorous couple; you won’t find it here. Instead, the film takes the approach of exploring the many different loves we have in our lives.
The most remarkable thing about Gerwig’s film isn’t that it leaves room for queerness – it’s that it leaves room for sadness.
I’m not talking about dyke-y hair and gun-licking as subtext. I’m not talking about just her general way. I’m talking about Kate McKinnon’s character having sex with Margot Robbie’s character and their relationship becoming the most emotionally resonant thing in the entire movie.
“For a work touted as blackness for Black people, Queen & Slim ultimately offers not hope or a way forward, but more images of beautiful Black corpses added to the growing canon of Black death for consumption. And I’m simply not able to keep bearing witness.”
Season of Love has the same mistletoe mishaps of any holiday movie, but with 200% more queerness.
If Disney wasn’t ready to explicitly represent a fifth of its young audience, they could’ve at least given Elsa a gal pal. I don’t need to see Elsa make out with the mysterious voice calling her to the next chapter of queer life, but lord did it have to be her mother?
The movie pays homage to its predecessors while still charting its own course.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire pushes against the boundaries of the screen, frantically, lovingly, desperately, erotically.
A very merry Christmas to us all! Netflix’s new holiday movie has a queer romance!
If the idea of having children as queer women is a fraught and complicated topic, Good Manners opens itself up to the mess.
The fearsome thriller exposes the horror of unsupportive white partners.
This is a ghost story. This is a horror movie. This is two decades of queer lives free to live.
She lets Miriam bite her arm. She lets Miriam suck her blood. She enjoys it. She wants more. She wants all of it.
Why did this movie tank so hard that it was almost immediately out of theaters in America? Why did this not get the coverage or accolades it deserved for being the first mainstream Bollywood movie about a lesbian relationship?
Well, long story short, the movie is bad.
As The Haunting of Hill House has found new life across decades, the queerness has become more explicit yet less important to the overall work.