This is a movie about queer women for queer women. It’s about the way we hurt and the way we hurt each other.
While the larger conflicts may fall flat, the dramatic minutia when the threesome is going well is really enjoyable to watch.
Just because you leave the movie feeling emotionally fulfilled and intellectually challenged, doesn’t mean it’s any less erotic.
The film goes beyond mere representational milestones. It’s beautiful, it’s laugh-out-loud hilarious, it has two whole musical numbers, three whole Britney Spears references, and is just bursting with queer creativity!
This is a movie about lonely queers. And it’s a movie about queers who sometimes make baffling choices.
Anyone who watches Supergirl knows just how talented Nicole Maines is and she carries this movie with ease. She’s so casually present on screen and she absolutely kills a one-liner.
Instead of counting down the days to see if we get three lines on The L Word reboot, we should be counting down the days until Simone gets to turn this short into a full-season show.
Sadly, that’s also pretty much everything that makes Men in Black: International great.
Queer director Nisha Ganatra brings Kaling’s funny, biting, meta-critiquing script to life like a bright, slick, dazzling rom-com for women who fantasize more about their careers than they do about Mr. Darcy.
The first IMDb user review for Daddy Issues is titled “Heterophobic movie.” I cannot argue. I also cannot complain. May we blessed with an entire career of heterophobic movies from this properly queer filmmaker.
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.
It’s like Girls Trip’s less raunchy kid sister who went to NYU and made some white friends.
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.
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.
“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.
Lavish parties, duck racing, powered wigs, and lesbianism — and everybody gets an Oscar nomination.
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.
Amazingly, director Marielle Heller doesn’t seem to care if the audience is willing to forgive Israel. She has a better question, one we never ask about lesbians on TV and in film.