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The Courage of Intimacy: ‘Carol’

Walking out of “Carol,” director Todd Haynes’s newest film, I had to laugh about our need to sneer at the past no matter how much we fetishize it. Progress is elliptical, not linear, though the LGBT community can be forgiven for temporarily forgetting this fact. This year alone we’ve achieved civil rights inconceivable only decades before–when AIDS patients were treated by the government as if they’d earned their fate, and simply being gay could deny us of our legal right to work, live, find shelter, and, of course, love.

Amid this unprecedented groundswell of mainstream acceptance comes Haynes’s adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s 1952 eponymous novel about a love affair between the titular married socialite and Therese, a shopgirl twenty years her junior. Originally published under a pseudonym and with a different title, the book not only reflects the obstacles facing a lesbian couple in the mid-twentieth century but the holistic confusion facing any woman coming of age – when the world claims her body and sexuality before she’s grown comfortable with them herself. Students of queer and feminist literature have long prized the novel’s precision and defiant optimism, and for good reason. It is a quiet tour de force that remains radical today. Continue Reading →

The Church of Rosie the Riveter

Up and at’em, Abigail Adams! I spent Saturday night writing a talk I’m giving upstate this morning about a Turkish-French feminist film called “Mustang.” (Imagine “The Virgin Suicides” with a steely spine, a Black Sea setting, and a director with a penchant for female liberation rather than pink Converse.) The sun’s only been up for an hour and I’m already polishing my prose and toes with one eye on the Metro-North timetable and another on the still-waking Manhattan skyline. Trust me when I say that, given recent events, all this feels like serious second-wave glamour. (You can generally trust I am not indulging in sarcasm, a lower form of humor than knock-knock jokes.) I still haven’t had a day off in forever but am starting to lean into it. Call me Rosman the Riveter but, in the arc of lady history, a glut of work that I love reigns as the utmost of luxuries.

‘Heart of a Dog,’ Swaddled in Fur

‘Tis the season for Oscar bait. Every week, more big-scale, self-serious films hit the multiplex, and though some are fantastic (“Room,” “Spotlight“), they tend to eclipse smaller projects like “Heart of a Dog,” a micro-budget meditation on loss, love, and one very charismatic pet. Yet this is quietly one of 2015 cinema’s best offerings – so much so that it’s gaining traction despite terrible odds. Recently acquired by Abramorama and HBO Documentary Films, it went into wider release a few weeks ago, and will receive an HBO debut in 2016. It’s no surprise, really, given that this film is written, directed, and narrated by Laurie Anderson. A true survivor in the precarious world of performance art, she has a long history of backing into success just by being her puckish, wondering self. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
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