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The funniest two and three-quarters hours of pro-life propaganda you’ll ever see. At the point where Marilyn, after having attended the smash premiere of Gentleman Prefer Blonds, stumbles into her glamorous five-star hotel room and thinks to herself, “For all this, I killed my baby?” I was like, “Yeah, you did, gurl!” and immediately flashed on Concetta in Female Trouble (played by the Oscar-snub-of-the-century Cookie Mueller) announcing, “I’m glad I had an abortion!”
Seriously, though, what a glorious trainwreck of…
A hagsploitation film starring Geraldine Page and Ruth Gordon that I didn’t even know existed!? This was like finding a hundred dollar bill in the pocket of an old coat! I don’t know what good deed I did, but clearly the universe wanted to give me a big kiss when this treasure showed up on the Movies! channel yesterday afternoon.
It’s probably a good thing that it isn’t available on any streaming service because if I had access to it…
I have to admit that Bruce LaBruce’s films since his early punk-provocateur period have all struck me as anemic and disappointing in comparison, much like John Waters’ films after Divine’s death never really managed to scratch that particular itch he gave me (what’s the opposite of an allergic reaction?) for camp nihilism. I find his recent work has a kind of tonal ambivalence, or maybe inscrutability, that reminds me a little of Francois Ozon’s quasi-semi-demi-camp irony. It might just be…
I was prompted to tick in this box in my long Almodóvar checklist by Lee Edelman’s recent book: Bad Education: Why Queer Theory Us Nothing. Unsurprisingly, it includes a lengthy Lacanian analysis of the film as its centerpiece. While I haven’t yet plowed through it, it did make me wonder why so many French-influenced, psychoanalytically-inclined theorists are so drawn to the Hitchockian style — which Bad Education wears like a couture gown. The obvious answer is that Hitchcock himself was…
If you’re a gay man of a certain age, you’ve more than likely already seen this film at least dozen times before, only with different costumes and accents. Even though it’s based on a true story from Cold War-era Estonia, it won’t exactly come as stunning revelation to anyone that homophobia sucked pretty bad in that context, as it always does, everywhere. The film is more than competently executed, and it obviously had a much bigger budget at its disposal…
Breezy, charming romantic comedy in the vein of Maid in Manhattan and My Best Friend’s Wedding. Bridget Jones fans, this is totally the movie for you!
Dirk Bogarde is super snacky in the role of a sensitive, misunderstood guy with a dark past, and Charlotte Rampling is a breath of fresh air as his manic pixie dream girl. Their meet-cute at camp is totes adorbs, and although circumstances intervene to keep the star-crossed lovers apart, they of course manage to beat the odds and live happily ever after.