A GLBTQ Movie Season
GLBTQ Movies Have Become More Prevalent at Festivals -- Will Mainstream Audiences Ever Embrace Them?
GLBTQ Movies Have Become More Prevalent at Festivals -- Will Mainstream Audiences Ever Embrace Them?
The first hour of Erik Matti's Honor Thy Father (★★★★) is so good, so steeped in its time and place, that one can't help but feel a little disappointed that it's second half becomes a fairly conventional heist genre film.
Our Little Sister (★★★★★) is a special film, one that I will return to before the year is over and treasure the memory of as years go by and festivals blur one into another. It is a masterpiece from one of cinema's quiet giants.
It should not have been that hard, I think, to make a fully satisfying film version of Andy Weir's The Martian.
“I have forgiven Michael Dunn,” Lucy McBath says when questioned about the man who murdered her son, Jordan. “I’ve had to forgive him.”
The remarkable thing about Our Man in Tehran is its ability (much like Rory Kennedy's Last Days in Vietnam which also played at the festival) to take a complex situation and distill it without being reductive.
If the quickest metric of a directorial debut is to which films it invites comparison, the news about Clay Hassler's Homeless is very, very good.
Eleanor Rigby's conceit—I'm tempted to say "gimmick"—is that it shows their two stories back to back rather than interweaving or cutting between them. Thus it becomes both a Rashomon story and a meditation on how we make and preserve memories. The films are designed to be played in either order, with one screening at TIFF flip-flopping to give us Her and Him.
For women who refuse to sit on the sidelines and let men decide what jobs they can have, what opinions they can state, or even what games they can play, threats are hardly few and far between.
A group of cyber friends are terrorized by an anonymous user who may be the ghost of a young woman who committed suicide after they bullied her.