One can’t accuse of queer filmmaking icon Bruce LaBruce of not being daring, with films like No Skin Off My Ass, Otto, Super 8 ½, and, most recently Geontophilia (which is considerably tamer than this film), each unapologetically tackling not only issues of queerness, but of different facets of sexuality, identity, and their intersections. And Hustler White, a ‘90s films that has ‘80s sex appeal written all over it, is LaBruce perfectly balancing those discourses, but with an injection of cleverness, and a dose of emotionality. Read the rest of this entry »
As the end of the year ambushed me, I was worried I would not have enough films to compile a best of list. I saw a bunch of films from 2013 this year, more than I normally do, but not enough of them made a list I felt totally comfortable with. There were, however, a number of films that, while they were by no means my favorite films, were ones I was glad I saw. And ones that I never really wanted to see again. These were films that warranted being seen this year, ones that contributed to the discourse on film, sometimes they pushed the boundaries of filmmaking. And if I didn’t see them, I would feel left out of the conversation, kind of like standing by the water cooler while my friends talk about sports I don’t watch. Luckily, I did see these films, and I did get to participate in some illuminating conversations them. But I don’t think I’ll be sitting down to watch these again anytime soon.