“Scraping C-List Celebrities Off The Sidewalk Like Gum” - anonymous commenter
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A histrionic woman is so repulsed when confronted with homosexual intimacy that she reflexively flies into the arms of her child lover. Straight people are truly pigs.
(It’s a beautiful film, I love how much PTA loves actors and what he sees in them, discovering them anew or rediscovering them in exquisite closeup. Visually a sob. Perversely era emphatic. How fun it must be to work at this level. I’m only joking about the first part but, then again, not really.)
A vérité celluloid drift in place of a neon-drenched spree, Janicza Bravo directs Zola with the wry desolation that defined a certain brand of idiosyncratic, independent, director-driven comedies of the 1990s, only updated for the iPhone generation. It’s a starkly confident choice that pays off consistently, as often as the writing defies expectations. I was taken with Bravo’s perspective, the way she makes big moments small and small moments big, and yet despite some necessary mocking, keeps all her characters…
Best standup special I’ve seen in years. Grateful to all the LGBTQIA+ who relentlessly promoted it during the past week so I would feel absolutely cornered into watching it. Chappelle’s provocations are more astonishing in their moral resolution and haltingly funny in their delivery than they are offensive (if at all). It’s a pathetic irony that the central plea is for queer people to have more solidarity with other minorities (namely Black people) and not to behave like cops and…