"Anyone who watches Maya Deren’s films will quickly realise that they are all miniature dreamscapes of afterworlds and underworlds. Not much more than fifteen minutes apiece, they are each a weave of images without a soundtrack. Deren, working most productively in the 1940s, deliberately and brilliantly returns film to silence"
— Three Studies for a Triptych: Elizabeth Bishop, Patti Smith, Maya Deren by Nichola Dean, cited in my most recent post.
"Right, and a love story is a love story. And I don’t want to see any more gay movies where somebody dies of AIDS or is in a straight relationship and gets turned and then turns back, like fucking I’m over it, we’re beyond it, let’s go."
Julie Goldman in May 2009 via Autostraddle — Robin Shoots & Riese (via clairebearstare)
i had this conversation with my friend deegan after i told him how much i loved southern comfort. every film with a trans character follows one of two plotlines: how they died too young/were murdered because they were trans or the trans person is a psychotic murderer driven mad by their desire to be the “opposite” gender. it’s so fucking shitty. even when we’re telling the stories of real people we feel the need to impose these scripts on them. where’s the multiplicity of stories? or representations?