Monthly Archives: March 2015

REGARDING SUSAN SONTAG and GIRLTRASH ALL NIGHT LONG

I need to think a bit longer about a couple of the films I’ve seen at BFI FLARE – the new Ozon film THE NEW GIRLFRIEND is a fascinating meditation on grief and on falling in love and on transition, … Continue reading

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ANOTHER NIGHT AT FLARE

MALA MALA is a series of happy accidents, of the sort that ends up being a rather better film than might have happened through deliberate intent. First time directors Dan Sickles and Antonio Massini took on the vast project of … Continue reading

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Two more nights at FLARE

MIRCA was a perfectly OK, slightly worth set of discussions of gender and gender-queer in which a bunch of Berlin people and the Italian film maker played some pranks on people in the street and got the expected reactions of … Continue reading

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FIRST NIGHT OF THE FILM FESTIVAL

I Am Michael An odd sad little film about a gay activist who, after a series of panic attacks that he mistakes for the onset of the heart disease that killed his father, returns to the Christianity of his mother … Continue reading

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THE FULL FORM OF MY SHEILA JEFFREYS PIECE IN THE TLS

Some time ago, I wrote a review of Sheila Jeffreys’ anti-trans diatribe GENDER HURTS for the Times Literary Report. For a variety of perfectly good reasons, they have ended up publishing a somewhat abridged version in the print edition, and … Continue reading

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Something I have known for a few days

PREGNANT Mirrors and windows both a sort of door Someone is coming through, but not quite yet. Dark clouds are some way off. We can forget them for we’re centred here. There’s nothing more than this. Smile hand cradle caress … Continue reading

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This isn’t adequate, but…

FOR TERRY PRATCHETT We come to Skull at last. And Skull’s a smile. Rewarmed next day, each tragedy’s a farce. Kings fall, we all fall down. Prat-fall. On arse. Perfectly timed. Poised, elegant. With style. Rude noise. Best laughter comes … Continue reading

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