Almost makes good on how much Guadagnino fucked me up with cmbyn.

crying into my FFP2 mask on the packed train pt. 1

This is my gender.

I thought this movie would make me nostalgic for going out in berlin, but mostly i was just put off by how unlikeable and forced most characters were. Sascha was the best part about this. I still miss going out tho.

Saw this with a shadowcast for the first time on a Halloween screening. On 'I'm Going Home' Franks performer wrapped themselves in a trans flag and i cried so hard. It was so beautiful to watch this with so many people who really engaged and had a good time, good start into the Berlin lockdown for November.

There are definitive echoes of Akerman here, especially in the beginning, but in the end Sandoval crafts something entirely her own. A quiet film which brushes up against its characters inside world without overexplaining them. The lighting and colour grading is measured and precise, rendering the pictures as paintings of skin and wood, light and city streets. A beautiful portrait of an experiential standpoint so poignant to the American present, essential and important in its intersecting political themes.

Shu Lea Cheang first and best to ever do it. Definitely want to revisit this and get into it deeper, just flashed by all the ideas rn. Deserves to be a classic. Would make a great double feature with an Ashley Hans Scheirl flick.

Full of so much joy and warmth, made me cry.

When I tell you i'm cryine

Raw, poetic, as relevant as ever, go watch it if you can.