Issue 1.29
October 15-21, 2007
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Out on Film Preview Set
Catch a preview of Atlanta's Out on Film upcoming screenings: FtF: Female to Femme, One to Another, Shelter Me, The Curiosity of Chance and Dos Patrias Cuba y la Noche. Read More >> |
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Three Years Documenting
The list of component parts for Nikki Parker and Kelly Rouse’s The Year of Paper is at its surface simple. One controversial issue, two film school alumnae and friends, three couples. Oh, and three years. “If you told us three years at the beginning, I don’t know if we would... Read More >> |
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| Reviews |
The Year of Paper
While generally overlooked, America's civil rights struggle is all but gone. It has, in fact, just cleverly changed form, one of its many skins the issue of same-sex marriage. In contemplating the controversial topic, Nikki Parker and Kelly Rouse's The Year of Paper ... Read More >> |
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Itty Bitty Titty Committee
One part politics and the other part kitsch, Jamie Babbit's Itty Bitty Titty Committee thematically meanders between saying something important about womanhood as seen in society and also reiterating every other belabored love story in cinematic history. It's... Read More >> |
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Spider Lilies
Spider Lilies is both undeniably beautiful and undeniably sad, yet it's so internally crafted that its ultimate meaning is obscured by the quiet souls of its characters who see and synthesize almost entirely in metaphor. Much like the incomplete tattoo Jade bears of jasmine at th... Read More >> |
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The Houseboy
In issuing his aggravated although implicit accusation about sexy and sex-obsessed films, director Spencer Schilly opens The Houseboy with a ménage à trois made deeply unsettling by a sense of a momentary pleasure's imminent decline. Read More >> |
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| Blog |
Notes from Medicine for Melancholy
8 Weeks humping prehistoric 35mm camera gear in the Pennsylvania snow climaxed with a daring wrap party to be forever unparalleled in dance, drink and carnal debauchery. The morning after: the day before Christmas, 2005. “Dude,” I said - gently but sternly stirring you from your nest of hung-over art assistants, “We have 24 hours to drive 1200 hundred miles or my family disowns me.” Read More >> |
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