In looking at the last three reviews that I've published and forgotten to post here, I realized they were all documentaries. Since I'm only getting published every two weeks now, I'm feeling less of a need to be focusing on what's big right now and rather on what I think you should see that you probably haven't heard about. Or that's the idea anyway.
Yesterday evening, I was walking up Virgil, and a half block from the corner of Burns, I saw a stereotypically dressed and affected hipster -- that slur for creative class types -- strolling around the corner laughing on his cell phone. He strolled right into the collection of votive candles that have populated the southwest corner of that intersection since Leonardo Gabriel Ramirez, a 17 year old boy from the neighborhood, was shot and killed on May 23.
With its utterly fatalistic ending, Dawn depicts the bleakest of this summer’s dystopias.
Last weekend, I was hanging out with a sweet young faglet, and it became clear that many of my boyfriend and my film references were flying over his head. I take my queer culture and queer acculturation seriously, so while we were all watching Victor Victoria, I set out to write a list of a movies that every queer boy should see. It got long.
It's a fantasy; it will never happen, of course, and it is only in the film to make you cry, to create a false catharsis that once recognized as a lie will make you very angry. And so, it is required watching.
Today is the first Harvey Milk Day. After a long battle, our governor signed Mark Leno's bill making Harvey Milk's birthday a state holiday "day of recognition." The law, SB-572, simply "encourage[s] public schools and educational institutions to conduct suitable commemorative exercises on that date." Whatever that means. Well, it means that if you live in a county whose school board is run by anti-intellectual bigots, you'll never learn about Harvey Milk.