Author: Elaine Atwell
Supergirl: It’s Called Being Happy
Sapphic Cinema: Aimee and Jaguar
Aimee and Jaguar has been one of my most requested films since Sapphic Cinema’s inception, but it was always my position that it was off-limits. A story concerning Nazi genocide never felt appropriate to a space usually dedicated to humor. But the rules have changed since the election, in a lot of big, obvious ways…
Sapphic Cinema: My Summer of Love
The 2004 British drama My Summer of Love is the most tragically underappreciated movie in the queer film canon. Despite gorgeous cinematography and outstanding performances by its leads (including a young Emily Blunt), MSoL is generally left out of our “oh but have you seen” conversations. There are two factors to blame for this oversight.…
How I Imagine Couples Decide To Have Babies
(I have the greatest respect for parents like I have the greatest respect for astronauts because to me it seems terrifying and I cannot relate to wanting to do it at all.) Partner 1: *Gestures vaguely* You know, this is great and everything, but what would make it better is– Partner 2: If someone were…
Everything I Need From The Inevitable Donald Trump Biopic
First of all, obviously, this movie will not be about Donald Trump because there is no Donald Trump in any spritual way, just a bloviating emptiness bound together by spray-tan and cholesterol. The movie will be about the Trump family, because therein lies a Shakespearean drama the likes of which will make for a movie so…
Sense8: A Year In The Life(s)
Christmas is over, but it still feels appropriate to be writing about A Christmas Special, Sense8’s return from a yearlong hiatus. For one thing, the special is a little light on the Yuletide, going more for a “year in the life” approach, with a brief stop on Christmas caroling and Nomi in a Rudolph nose.…
Rogue One: A Christmas Story
Westworld Recap 1.1-1.2: Get In Losers, We’re Going to Westworld
To my dear patrons and readers, I can’t describe the pleasure I feel at returning to recapping. Setting my life to a television schedule imposes a welcome order on my days–it keeps me from becoming unmoored from time like a child on summer vacation. So when I hit the Patreon goal that allowed me to…