Trans people don’t want to be plot devices, cautionary tales, or punchlines.

I am the least qualified person to review movies — but, if you’re a movie buff reading this, let me offer a defense for this film all the same.

The world is burning, but we don’t really need to turn to nostalgia constantly in order to hide from it.

In the age of celebrity worship, biopics face the challenge of capturing the essence of a life on screen. Are they a sincere tribute or a manufactured exploitation?

Thirteen was a foundational film for complex and tender representations of poor women and girls for my generation. After 20 years, it deserves a critical reevaluation.

I’m not mad Saltburn, I’m just disappointed.

Women supporting women to leech men of their money, securing their autonomy and financial stability in a time where women had none.

Good for her

Blonde is pure trash that both hates and lusts after the central character. If Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame had access to a Hollywood production team, this is the kind of garbage he’d create.

I’m still trying to absorb it. It felt so odd, intrusive, illusionary to see this (beautiful, though wrongly and overly beautified in many ways) image of these people — I’ve spent so many hours considering them, thinking of them, imagining, evoking.

Dyin’ to make it in the glitzy pictures of yesteryear? Just follow these steps and stick with me kid, we’ll turn you into a star. 

We woke before Paris itself did. The city was sub-zero, the light was blue and thick. Our breath came out in plumes and our fingertips tingled against the warm cups of coffee we clasped.