I had some trouble the first time getting through Edgardo Castor’s gay art movie from Argentina, but now after having watched it three times, and crucial scenes more than that, I’m convinced that it’s closer to a masterpiece.
It’s a testament to the intelligence and seriousness of co-directors James Franco and Travis Matthews that I don’t know where to begin talking about this galvanizing and quite radical hour-long gay-sex-explicit experimental film.
I’m less optimistic about the proposed “army” against bullying than the filmmakers and the parents in this documentary are. The military metaphor doesn’t sit well with me for one thing. That doesn’t mean they’re not right to struggle regardless.
I already knew that Rustin taught Martin Luther King about non-violence and that he was the principal organizer of the first March on Washington. What I’m happy to be reminded of, as to the latter, was that he did it on 3×5 cards in his back pocket, before computers, before the Internet. He was also a talented singer — a crooner, even — and a prolific essay writer.