"Hannah Henri": Lesbian Woody Allen Rom-Com

Last night, I went to Queer Memoir, which is a series of readings about queer lives (next week they're in Philly!) There was a performance that night of some scenes from Hannah Henri, an upcoming indie movie that pitches itself as "the lesbian Manhattan, the butch-femme Annie Hall".

I thought Annie Hall was butch-femme already?



This project really disappoints me: I wanted to be the lesbian Woody Allen! I guess I'll have to settle for being the lesbian Daniel Radcliffe instead...

On the other hand, it sounds really exciting! It would be great to see "a neurotic metro-sexual butch" up on the big screen...hell, it was great seeing it at Queer Memoir! You can see some pictures at their Facebook page: Queer Memoir Hello/Goodbye. We were treated to a make-out scene, and lots of talk about hand sanitizer and tacos. Sounds pretty damn promising in my book.

Hannah Henri is still in production. To help it along, you can donate at IndieGoGo.

Geeks Out!

NEXT magazine (a weekly guide to all things gay in New York City) ran a piece on GeeksOUT, an organization that's raising queer visibility in geek culture. Lord knows we need it. Who do you think invented Star Trek fanfiction in the first place?! It's all about Kirk/Spock! You can read the article here: Out Geeks.

Besides the web presence, GeeksOUT also holds meatspace (hello 1995!) parties and mixers. The next one will be February 24th, at Vig 27.

You can help GeeksOUT by donating so they can reserve a spot at Comic Con: show them love.

"The Queen": What More Can I Say?


This week, I almost despaired of getting a review out. I had been hanging on to Barbarella for the past 2 weeks, but I never got around to seeing it. I always had more important things to do, such schoolwork, awkwardly ignoring girls I like, and dumpster diving bagels.

Well, what luck! The LGBT Center, headquarters of the homosexual mafia, was having a free screening of The Queen last night! With complimentary wine! That's even better than the advanced screening of Sanctum! Do you know how much they charge for popcorn in Manhattan?!

The Queen is a 1968 documentary, by queers and about queers. It is narrated by drag queen Jack Doroshow, AKA Flawless Sabrina. It's a behind-the-scenes look at a 1967 national drag pageant, held in a Manhattan theater called The Town Hall. Jack/Sabrina was at the screening, and apparently the pageant was originally meant to be a benefit for muscular dystrophy...and the advertizing had Lady Bird Johnson's name on it. The President's wife was horrified and had them remove her name and any connection to her charity!

In fact, the progressive 60s were so prejudiced, that the movie itself was rated X, despite containing no nudity, violence, sex...fuck, I don't even think any of the queens cursed! The only "objectionable material" was men wearing dresses, talking frankly and seriously about their lives.

Lord knows Hollywood has no inherent objection to men wearing dresses...may the censor board save us from another drag comedy...



Interviewing gay and trans people about their lives was the obscenity, not the crossdressing...you weren't supposed to talk openly about such things! This was 2 years before Stonewall. Gay bars were regularly raided. "Free love" was so straight guys could plow hippie chicks and not have to marry 'em afterward.

As a historical document, The Queen is absolutely fascinating. The mod sixties styles and the dancing are a real treat to see. The movie also addresses issues of the time. The contestants are asked about the draft board; all of them were refused for being gay, at a time when you had men fleeing the country to avoid having to serve.

One of the contestants actually WANTED to serve, and wrote the draft board insisting upon it. To no avail. Think that's all over with the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"? I've got news for you: to this day, you can't join the American armed services if you're transgender. You are automatically disqualified.

The contestants are also asked about what is crudely called "sex change" surgery, a new procedure at the time that had been mocked and sensationalized starting with Christine Jorgensen's transition in 1952. Of the 3 asked, none want it. One says he doesn't want to be a "real girl", because he's gay, and likes gay men; his partners wouldn't want to be with a "real girl". Also, he said, the doctors in charge of the surgery don't want to work on gay men. The other two don't have much to say about it.

Although I don't want to dismiss their opinions, I wonder how much of it was built out of fear and shame. Being openly gay and a drag queen was considered lowlife back then, but transitioning in the 1960s meant being treated as a total freak. It was beyond the pale. At least you could take the dress off if you were a drag queen...

As a movie, The Queen is thoroughly entertaining. Even though it treats the pageant fairly seriously, there's still a lot of music and humor. The highlight, for me, was hearing a contestant sing "Honey Bun" from South Pacific, in a beautiful, almost unearthly, voice. It is a touching performance, his voice full of sincere affection, and his vocals both high pitched and powerful. It's enchanting. Watching Elliot, the show's host, yell at contestants and panic over wigs and spirit gum was also a real laugh. Queen Mum Sabrina told us the movie played for 9 months at Kips Bay, despite the X rating.

Or maybe because of it.



The pageant actually had some big names behind it. They had Andy Warhol as a judge, along with pop artist Larry Rivers. Diane Arbus and Jill Krementz were at the afterparty!

Overall, I give this movie 4 stars.

1 star for "being loud & proud"
1 star for "more bouffants than John Water's Hairspray"
1 star for "best performance of 'Honey Bun' from South Pacific I've heard so far"
And 1 star for "best use of spirit gum"

Yaoi for Beginners

This one is for the New York Metro area!

On February 16th, these guys are having a discussion on yaoi at the Manhattan LGBT Center.

The LGBT Center is the super-secret headquarters of the homosexual mafia that is running this country into the ground.

Oh, wait...that's Congress. And a handful of 'em are even straight!

No, the LGBT Center is just a community center on 13th Street in Manhattan, on the corner of 7th Avenue.

Anyway -- ho yay! Go queer nerds!


FAQNP sponsored yaoi event @ February 16th, reception at 6 pm & presentation at 7 pm


"Sanctum": Freudian's Delight


Hey! Back from a free screening of the new James Cameron film, Sanctum. The way I got a pass to see it was completely random.

I just happened to be at Bluestockings, and they just happened to have a stack of free passes on the counter, next to flyers for queer dances and maybe a menstrual cup or two.

Maybe it makes sense. I mean..."wet cave"..."feminist bookstore"...ok, ok, I'll shut up about the vaginas already.

Well, disregarding the wet, tight cave for the moment...there isn't much of a plot, but it seems to be vaguely about mothers and fathers. First things first: we have a blonde kid and an obnoxious yuppie competing over a hot babe who wears simply amazing, water-proof makeup. Meanwhile, down in the snatch, is a weary woman who doesn't wear makeup. Guess who dies first? I'm not going to tell you, because that would be spoilers! I'll give you a hint: not the blonde kid.

So, the blonde kid's Dad is down there too, and they bond, but first people die a lot. The yuppie and the blonde kid also whine a lot. The emotional peak of the film involves bat shit.

Yeah.



This movie is not particularly bright, in any sense of the word. It is marginally smarter than Avatar, in that it doesn't utilize retina-scorching Lisa Frank colors. Yeah, I know you loved Avatar, but the constant neon blues and purples made me want to puke. Here, we have a palette of browns, blues, and blacks. And sometimes reds.

Very nasty, effective reds.

I would have liked to see more of Judes (when a character names a part of the cave "St.Judes' Cathedral", you know they're all in some deep shit), and less of the whiny folks. I mean, I realize that I'm supposed to identify with the whiny people, particularly the blonde emo surfer guy, but I mostly wanted Daddy Carl (I mean, Frank...boy these characters are forgettable...) to yell at them more. As somebody who also doesn't wear makeup, I felt in solidarity with Judes. She was the only REAL woman...spelunker...in the movie, and she seemed totally bad ass. Not like the other woman with the water-proof makeup, who apparently climbed mountains but needed tips on how to rappel?

What the fuck, you have to climb down mountains too, right?

Overall, Sanctum is an effectively entertaining movie that gets the job done, but is nothing special. Most of the characters are morons, but I enjoyed being angry at them, because they eventually got their comeuppance.

I give it 2 stars.

1 star for "killing stupid people"
1 star for "floating underwater all-pretty like"

Red Tide

Another interesting link: A Softer World's Joey Comeau is doing a blog on women and horror movies, called I'm Into Survival. Check out the post on Nightmare on Elm Street.

Video below is a homage to my teenage goth sister, who made me watch 80s slasher flicks waaaaaay too many times: