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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.)
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…
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.…
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…
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…
goddamn goddamn goddamn
such an unexplored narrative...really interesting
There are so many things I want to say about this movie that I don't think would actually constitute as a "review." What a fantastic movie, what a heart wrenching course of events.
Reviewing this will be difficult considering that I've got no association with the LGBT community and am not a person of color. That being said, I was definitely fascinated by what I was seeing here, especially because the culture of "balls," as they're referred to in the film, are an offshoot of the desires of this entire neglected community.
There is a very specific set of characteristics that America wants its men and women to display. Being unable or not wanting to express characteristics will result in you being shunned by the majority of society.
So this is where counterculture comes to play, this counterculture in particular would not exist if not for the prejudices and neglect of the majority…
So much style it's crazy
"Shade comes from reading. Reading came first. Reading is the real art form of insult."
This is a documentary all white people and homophobes who use gay slang (reading, shade, etc) need to sit and watch. Maybe they'll learn something.
One of the more intriguing documentaries I've seen. It is certainly an important piece on the culture and history of black gays in America and New York in particular. The aesthetic of the documentary fit with the material quite well. The director and those working on the film captured the authenticity of balls, voguing, and the idealization of White America with an air of respect and care. The flamboyance of the community and the history of throwing shade was a very interesting component of the film. I learned a lot about how they created their own "realness" - their own real culture that emulated and ultimately tried to directly create a facsimile of fortune, success, and fame as it was…
Essential, in every single meaning of the word. Every single thing as performance, and then performance of performance. A culture that is build as a simulation of the 'real word', but subverting it as vocabulary, dance, music, fashion, ballroom walking. Always rich, turbulent, for it never forgets that it is ephemeral, as the 'realness' of the word is always a step away from devouring and destroying it.
***EDIT (March 30, 2014)***
Wow! I never would have expected that I'd get anywhere close to 100 likes on this…
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