Deftly gliding his camera along life's cacophony of triumphant joys and stinging tragedies, Alfonso explores a certain harmony in the discordant state of being, in the jolting ride of growing up, fighting, dancing, fucking. And staring at painful death and swimming through foamy waves.
And kissing your bro.
God do I love it when a filmmaker takes 👏 their 👏 merry 👏 damn 👏 time!
There's something special about the mysterious feeling oozing slowly slowly into some form of clarity and emotional climax. Cinematic edging if you will.
In any case this is a special film with a special score and special characters and a sensational amalgam of sadness, tenderness, grief, and love. The cinematography and visual effects are a striking example of the technical melding into the ethereal.
I'm sobbing and refuse to be consoled.
Having been raised in a Hasidic community in Brooklyn, this definitely cuts deep.
I know many within our communities (there are many and they're varied. It's no monolith) who will indignantly counter much of the narrative with their own contrasting experience, and who would argue against broad sweeping generalizations that blanket all of the myriad Hasidic sects across Brooklyn and beyond with a sinister brush.
On the other hand, I know so many people who after watching this, cried over…
This is an excellent piece of queer cinema. And of cinema cinema for that matter!
I was lucky enough to be in Amsterdam, and lucky enough to get wind of Jeffery Babcock's Underground Cinema's and found out there was a screening of Coming Out at the Goeth Institute.
It was a really nice event. Jeffery gave a really interesting history behind the DEFA studio in East Germany, and Dirk Kummer, which provided great context for the film.
It's raw, devastating,…
