I’m now one step closer to having seen every film adaptation of Phantom of the Opera.
Premiere season is finally winding down, meaning it’s time for me to crawl under a rock and sleep for a week. In the meantime, this also means I can do a single post for everything I reviewed this season. Short version: the season started out strong with some amazing titles and kind of petered out at the end.
Also, because I didn’t review it because sequel, but Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc made me tear up.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: a young woman buys a house. It is haunted, perhaps by a ghost or only by the heavy guilt and terrible misdeeds of those who came before; the difference is ultimately inconsequential, as the prose has already wrapped its way around you and started strangling. That’s gothic fiction. Of course, the misdeeds might just as well be crimes of existing while queer or mentally ill, depending on the author. Gothic fiction is a genre preoccupied with looking at the “other:” other than male, other than white, or straight, or able-bodied—and finding them frightening.
Over time those parameters began to involve. Those who were defined as Other began to make their own entries into the genre. It became a place where writers could depict characters like themselves, whether that meant being able to push against their accepted societal roles or being allowed to exist at all. As long as it ended in a neat cap that reassured the audience that proper order could be restored, any number of things were possible in the meanwhile.
Crossing the genre over with the concept of fanfiction seems a natural fit, given that fanfiction (at least in its modern incarnation) also sprang from women, queer folk, and other marginalized identities looking to write themselves into texts that excluded them. And so we have Penny Dreadful, a show gleefully intent on elbowing you in the ribs with its references while also solemnly assuring you that it has something to say. While the first season frames its plot through a discussion of women and the various ways in which they’re abused, it’s muddled by clumsy execution.
What better way to move into the year than by staring determinedly backward at the year that was? I did several write-ups about the Fall 2017 season and the year in anime as a whole, as well as some podcasting for those of you looking for an audio version. Short version: rocks own my heart, and it was a quality year for gay.
It’s not often we cover an honest-to-God harmfully offensive film on this show!
My Christmas gift to you, dear readers, is my drunken wails of anguish.