“No one’s serious at seventeen,” wrote Arthur Rimbaud in the 1870 poem “Roman.” When these words part from the pair of pillowy lips belonging to Isabelle (Marine Vacth), the teenaged protagonist of François Ozon’s Young and Beautiful, the audience gets the feeling she has chosen to become a prostitute chiefly to disprove them.
Where will you not see much of Rogue this summer? In the new X-Men movie.
Every time I type “superheroine” into Microsoft Word, it’s underlined with a red squiggle to tell me that there’s no such term. “Superheroine” is as made-up a concept as “asdfjlad,” and the computer’s all-knowing dictionary adds insult to injury by asking whether I really mean to type “superhero.”
I was a feminist before I was a geek. Unfortunately, this summer's comic book blockbusters make it tricky to be both.
Here is a documentary that will write history. The Case Against 8 artfully weaves the tale of the legal fight over same-sex marriage into the personal stories of the people whom our unfair marriage laws most acutely affect. This is the film that will be shown in high school history classes studying the marriage equality movement twenty years from now. And I expect there will not be a dry eye in the class.
I set out to watch Kate Bornstein Is a Queer and Pleasant Danger with enthusiasm. After all, how could I not be excited to watch the story of “a self-described trans-dyke, reluctant-polyamorist, sadomasochist, and recovering Scientologist” who has been instrumental in raising the visibility of transgender folks?
E.J. Assi and Nada Shouhayib star in Detroit Unleaded, where their characters fall in love in a Detroit gas station.
As an Arab American with a background in media criticism, I often feel like a broken record, calling out the endless stereotypes of Arabs in U.S. popular culture. I long for transgressive representations, those that break the mold and offer audiences thought-provoking stories about humanity. When I find them, I exclaim, “Alhamdulillah!”—an Arabic expression that literally means, “Praise be to God,” but culturally translates as: “Hell, yeah!” The independent film Detroit Unleaded deserves such a shout-out.
A portion of the poster for new documentary Fed Up and an factoid from the film.
The line between legitimate health advocacy and body shaming is a precarious one. So what does it look like when yet another food documentary sets out to “revolutionize” the way Americans think and eat, and also “cure the obesity epidemic”? Well, let’s say that things get messy.
I grew up seeing certain images in fairy tales. These images depicted a European, Victorian world that I wasn’t a part of and didn’t come from: bouncy dresses, British aristocracy, long robes, sharp accents, castles, virtue, and power. We were taught to revere these images, to associate royalty with Europe, to learn the order of kings, queens, princesses, and lords. But rarely did these images reflect us. Until now.
I was going to skip seeing Only Lovers Left Alive because the promotional blurb described the plot like this: “Set against the romantic desolation of Detroit and Tangier, an underground musician, deeply depressed by the direction of human activities, reunites with his resilient and enigmatic lover.”