Oh, now Zoe Saldana makes it clear that she has a tilde above the "n" in her name.
This movie is yet another example of liberal cis writers trying to prove how accepting and progressive they are without actually consulting the very demographic of people they claim to be representing. A trans woman does not "smell like a man." Trans existence is not defined every moment of every day by suffering. And especially right now in this current political climate,…
Just a bunch of drunken mumbling that takes far too much effort to understand. Very little backstory. Not too much detail on how the songs came to genesis. Very disappointing.
The more I sit on this movie, the more I realize that I dislike it even more than I first thought. What is this film even trying to be about? Queer acceptance? Kink acceptance? Self-acceptance? Tiger parents? Personal growth? Parent-child dynamics? Accepting your shitty life for exactly what it is and just settling? That last point especially seemed to be driven home more than once, and it's the one that I find the most problematic. As if the cruel, inequitable,…
This is a response to the growing criticisms that this movie 1) Incorrectly depicts jazz artistry and 2) glorifies abuse.
I will say this: As someone who has been abused, I very much appreciate and empathize with this take on the film. I don't share it, but I understand it.
For me, the film never at any point glorifies Fletcher. For that matter, it doesn't leave Neiman off the hook, either. Fletcher's abuse changes Andrew and Andrew subsequently passes on…
