“We set out to change the world…
ended up just changing ourselves.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, if you don’t look at the world.”
A testament to how vital it is to see films, even “small” ones, on the big screen whenever possible- I’ve always thought Weekend was nearly perfect, save for one detail I thought didn’t make sense. I caught that detail I was missing in the background of an early scene this time, so I think this really is perfect.
A beautiful slice of intimacy and identity, and a look into what we choose to tell others, ourselves, and the world.
Social commentary, darling. Social commentary.
Imagine if Ken Russell directed a bunch of RuPaul’s Drag Race sketches that had bold, prescient things to say about queerness and otherness.
That sort of begins to describe City of Lost Souls.
Keep an open mind about the microbudget. A lot of the pieces are really rough but they shine when they come together.
Loud enough to be annoying but not weird enough to be interesting. (It does improve in the second half, as I’ve found is common with Luhrmann projects.) Butler is quite good though he seems to be cut from a completely different movie. He’s not only an excellent mimic; he’s tapping into depths that this script is otherwise nowhere near.
If you told me this was made by straight people who had never met a gay person, I would believe you. Who is this for? What is it even about?
AIDS is treated as a punishment for sad white boys and their straight female friend. (Why is Jill such a big focus, anyway?) No characters feel connected or attached in any meaningful way, especially the peripheral London friends outside of the flat. Two gay men of color seem to live…