To experience Patric Chiha’s kaleidoscopic dance-doc If It Were Love is to be transported to a smokey Kreuzberg bar reverberating with pulsing house anthems and packed with sticky, delectable bodies.
Matt Fifer and Kieran Mulcare’s vacuous debut Cicada is just another gay two-hander for the Grindr age – a dime a plenty in the post-marriage equality West, this one's destined for the Netflix “LGBTQ+ Films” bargain bin.
In July 1981, 26 cases of Kaposi’s sarcoma, an exceedingly rare cancer, were identified exclusively in gay men by doctors in New York and California. This came some weeks after a report was published by the Centre for Disease Control and Prevention describing how five previously healthy gay men had been diagnosed with pneumocystis pneumonia.
LFF Review: Colin Firth and Stanley Tucci give career-best turns in a champagne ‘Supernova’ in the sky
The most delicate moments of Supernova, the sublime sophomore feature from British director Harry Macqueen, don’t actually happen on screen; they’re seldom, even, explicitly textual. They come in the form of recounted memories, whispered conversations between partners Sam (Colin Firth) and Tusker (Stanley Tucci), hiding from the cold under a thick, moody-blue duvet in the back of their camper van: “Where were you in the ‘70s?” asks Sam at one point, a question which rings in the air with deca...
Once upon a time, you were guaranteed flawlessness from a Pixar production, aside from the odd “Cars” flick here and there. The studio has, however, become something of a sequel mill over the past decade, boasting only a few masterworks since the halcyon days of “Ratatouille,” “WALL-E” and “Up”; the five years since they released what was arguably their greatest work, “Inside Out,” stands out as something of a creative no man’s land.
Film Review: The new ‘The Boys in the Band’ is a strikingly familiar tune played by a great new band
A towering white birthday cake, with cute pink frosting piped around its edges, melts away in vociferous downpour. Only a small wound is carved into its side, suggesting but a few slivers – or, perhaps, a hefty slice – have been taken. It’s hardly edible now. It sits on a wooden picnic table, the floor below it being the boards of a slimy rooftop patio. Confetti and popped balloons are scattered indiscriminately, washed further into the cracks between the boards by the rain.
June 1962: Novocherkassk, the USSR. The halcyon days of Stalin’s premiership, where meat rations were plentiful and cigarettes easy to come by, are over. The Soviet people face conditions of significant hardship: Socks are seldom free of holes, backroom trades are conducted for pantyhose and candy bars, and crowds build from dusk at the local deli, desperate for whatever rations they can grab.
Gaëtan Dugas was a handsome French-Canadian flight attendant who, like most gay men in the seventies, dove headfirst into the pleasure-as-politics ethos of the burgeoning gay liberation movement. To be promiscuous was emancipatory, and it was a golden era: Across the decade, as one of the film’s many talking heads asserts, the average gay man might’ve had sex with upwards of a thousand people.
The Southern Gothic is as American as the second amendment. Flannery O’Connor’s “Wise Blood,” the tale of a cynical preacher searching for redemption in his decrepit hometown, is obviously the most famous literary example of the genre; it set the tone for many to come, from films like Deliverance, to television shows, like True Detective. “Wise Blood” is delightfully grotesque, rotten to the core and crawling with maggots, but it’s also a profound statement on sin and redemption.
“The future is ours” says Banafshe, an Iranian woman in Germany on the verge of deportation, towards the end of No Hard Feelings (Futur Drei). If the film’s previous eighty minutes hadn’t been rendered with all the colour and vibrancy of a kaleidoscope, you might find this message remarkably optimistic: Hope, really, in this economy?
I can’t recall exactly where I was when I first heard a song by the Village People. I was doubtless very young – as I remember, the venue was either a school disco or a wedding reception. It certainly wasn’t a sordid affair. I should admit immediately, though, that I suspect this memory to be made up. This is...
The history of queer activism is entwined with the history of queer identities and lives. Those within the queer community have been born into opposition against the heterosexual mainstream: to live openly as a queer person in itself has historically constituted a revolutionary act.
In February 2017, authorities in Chechnya -- a republic of Russia located in the North Caucasus -- arrested a man they suspected to be under the influence of a controlled substance. As is procedure, they searched his phone. According to a report from the Human Rights Watch, they found “explicit material” (most likely shared nude photos and gay pornography), and the contact details of dozens of gay men. This triggered the most vicious example of a direct, state-sanctioned anti-gay genocide since the Second World War.
With streaming figures for 'Contagion' and Netflix's 'Pandemic' going through the roof, we asked experts to unpack the reasons why we're flocking to films that mirror our own potential fate.
Cruising, the controversial Al Pacino film about New York's leather scene, is 40 years old this week. But, thanks to an incensed group of queer people, it was almost never made.