if a review is older than 3 months ive probably changed my mind
DNF we suffered through half the southern comfort bit and then skipped around, torturous repetitive prying interviews, a million unhappy childhoods, and so much internalised trans/misogyny spat out unchallenged and unprocessed.
theres a scene where an african trans woman, who has a really cool flat, is being interviewed abt her childhood and she starts crying. the camera immediately zooms out. you become aware of how constricting this talking head format is, holding the subject in with a mic visibly shoved…
when that one yute talks abt the come in love / stay in peace painting on brixton bridge that got commissioned to cover up "fuck off back to clapham yuppie cunts" and he doesnt even mention that.
man, i work in arts-based youth work. its always the same generic chat abt community, belonging, amorphous change. we can ask young people more interesting questions.