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Paris is Burning
Paris Is Burning is a 1990 documentary (directeor Jennie Livingston) filmed in the mid-to-late 1980s, chronicling the ball culture of New York City and the poor, African American and Latino gay and transgendered community involved in it. Many consider Paris Is Burning to be an invaluable documentary of the end of the "Golden Age" of New York City drag balls and exploration of queer culture
Exactly two years ago I drank a lot of coconut rum and ended up lying on the floor of my apartment at 2 AM, watching Paris Is Burning on Netflix. (I threw up all the next day.) Last year I did it again, albeit drinking much less, and now tonight it's the third January 17 in a row I've observed this tradition. I hope I watch it again a year from now, too, because if any movie should be an annual experience it's Paris Is Burning, the documentary I hold most dear.
I was re-watching this when I got the news that the Supreme Court legalized same-sex marriage in all 50 states and I cried for about an hour. Watching this didn't help.
I just can't help but think about all the queer kids that are going to be born today and in the future in the US who will never live in a world where their love is illegal and we as a community still have so much work to do but it's so nice to have this victory and I'm so emotional and so gay.
The movie is still great, by the way.
(It's my sister's birthday today, when I see her I'll probably be more excited about marriage equality. Sorry, sis.)
As a trans-woman twirls around on a sandy beach, the wind seemingly on the verge of whisking her away, she sings "I am my oooown creation!" I couldn't help but smile as my heart swelled.
It is a damn shame that Jennie Livingston hasn't continued directing films. Paris is Burning is an incredible documentary which has served as a guide of sorts to drag queens for the past 24 years. You can not watch RuPaul's Drag Race without hearing the words: shade, reading, fierce or xtravaganza at least a dozen times...each episode. Drag mothers and houses are still very much a common practice, providing families and support to those who have been cast out of their homes for being gay.…
Obviously I've never felt like I was all here; like I was detached from my own experience. Everything always felt like it was probably more visceral to everyone else than it was to me. For the longest time I would have to force myself to care about anything. I knew I was supposed to feel something about relationships, feelings, being hurt or loved, so I faked it. Conjured up the responses I saw other people do. Performed them, if you will. My mind kind of sat outside my body. I still feel this today, though I'm finally lowering down to earth a little more each day.
After this film ended I happened to click back to my Facebook where I…
One of the things that is lost when even productions "with their hearts in the right place" cast cisgender actors as trans characters is the notion, the very idea that trans people can be beautiful. By casting even an attractive, not altogether masculine actor like Andrew Garfield as a transwoman, even the sympathetic, ostensibly progressive voices out there reinforce that there is something "different" about trans people, and things like Arcade Fire's "We Exist" video or DALLAS BUYERS CLUB ultimately do not deserve credit for moving the discussion forward when it moves from "Ew, what freaks!" to, "Hey, it doesn't matter if they're freaks."
One of the things that PARIS IS BURNING makes abundantly clear is that all those queer…
Paris is Burning, Jeannie Livingston’s poignant and illuminating documentary, focuses on the underground Harlem drag-ball scene of the late 1980s before it was repackaged for the mainstream. I love documentaries like this, those that explore a unique subculture specific to a particular time and place. Whilst I knew Madonna borrowed ‘voguing’ from the New York drag scene I knew very little about this niche gathering.
Livingston’s film evocatively chronicles the period as the LGBT community meet at flamboyant balls to compete in competitions and runway face-offs. Following a handful of participants, the documentary explores the rules and lingo of the subculture as we learn about the importance of the balls in the lives of those that take part. From the…
wait venus was killed??!
ETA next day thoughts: the subjects are, of course, endlessly compelling; I would watch an Up series about each one of them. (I, of course, could not, because many of them are dead, but we'll get to that.) the director's treatment of them, though... I don't know. she's an outsider, explaining the subjects' world to other outsiders: it's almost like she's writing an encyclopedia, complete with huge white title cards against a black background, introducing topics like "READING," which her subjects then explain. it actually reminds me of that recent NYT piece by a white woman explaining the word "woke," presumably to a white audience, and of (white) media's bottomless need to explain and categorize everything…
Venus Xtravaganza was beautiful.
SAW: at home
Bell Hooks' criticism of this probably has a fair bit of merit, and its hard to overlook some of the issues raised by members of the Ballroom community portrayed in PIB, but its still a pretty strong doco.
Tightly edited, well paced, lean and just all-around entertaining. Apparently there's an unofficial follow-up (from a diff. filmmaker) that addresses a lot of the criticism PIB has copped floating around somewhere too?
As a huge Ru Paul's Drag Race fan, I've been wanting to watch this one for a while.
And I thank Ru for constantly referencing this wonderful film.
It's an incredible piece of history, documenting not only the drag ball scene but also New York in the 1980s and America's attitude to the LGBTQ+ community.
Not to go in to details but a particular event in the film is quite reminiscent of the awful things that happen to these marginalised groups to this day and it's just tragic.
This film will stay with me for a long time.
This documentary examines the life and culture surrounding the intense drag balls that defined gay NYC culture in the late '80s and early '90s. "Paris Is Burning" is so much fun. It might be the most fun documentary I've seen. It's a joyous explosion of emotion with heaping mounds of down-to-earth realism and problems. I wish I could spend an entire TV season with these people. And the fact that so many major players died so soon after this film was made and released is even sadder.
Jennie Livingston's passion for this project is on full display. We get nothing but beautiful, well-rounded portraits of these individuals. We get all their many problems, politics, and personalities. And seeing them navigate…
Best thing I've seen in awhile, wonderful film. I can tell it's gonna stick with me
Es un montón de gente que lo ha pasado -y lo está pasando- fatal divirtiéndose mucho y formando una comunidad propia que les acepta y les apoya. Casi lloro de emoción.
imagine being straight omg no don't i'm sorry
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