"What Giacometti reveals at the core of things, what Genet calls solitude, Friedkin overturns to prove it is all there is. As if to say, See? Empty. Not even a drip. Like in Jade: Look all you want, there’s nothing underneath."
The kind souls at Bright Wall Dark Room let me go long on Jade, my much maligned, much watched problematic fave. The whole thing is here.
Gorgeous. Wasn't sure what to expect, but what I was not expecting: Burt Lancaster moved to tears by the abject laziness of Sicilians
We are an immigrant nation. The first generation works their fingers to the bone making things. The next generation goes to college and innovates new ideas. The third generation... snowboards and takes improv classes.
Liberated from the gay 101 politics of Weekend, End of the Century is able to live in quiet details. No need to talk about the closet when instead a character can serve up milk-based cocktails. It’s cinema. The audience can know without words.
Another queer film to which End of the Century might draw comparisons: Desert Hearts, the lesbian romance set in Reno, Nevada, where all you need to get rid of your husband is a 30 day residency. At…
