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The cinematography, the sound design, the direction of the actors — it all culminates in a remarkable cinematic experience. And yet every time Affleck was on-screen, I felt chilled.
Pauli Murray was unspeakably brilliant, and their warmth is best captured on their own terms. With over 141 boxes of writings, 800 photographs, and dozens of tapes — the documentary “My Name Is Pauli Murray” shines brightest when it lets Murray take the reigns.
That’s what’s so special about watching a film from a trans filmmaker this audacious and experimental. It doesn’t have to engage with transness in the expected ways to resonate with a trans audience.
Ultimately, the film shows that the differences between cis people and trans people aren’t as vast as we usually think. There are many ways to make a family and the more expansive our imaginations the more everyone will benefit.
Look, when a character takes a strap-on out of her backpack in the middle of a sex scene you know you’re in good hands.
This afternoon at Sundance, I took a break from binging movies to watch a panel straight out of my queer film nerd dreams.
One of the pleasures — pains? — of consuming art right now is that everything seems to be filtered through our current lens. And it makes this thriller all the more effective and difficult.
How can you watch this series and not feel angry with how deprived we are of stories about queer people with disabilities? How can you watch this series and not be delighted with what’s finally on-screen? How can you watch this series and not be excited about all of the possibilities fulfilled and all the possibilities still to come?