Vrai (Re)Watches Princess Tutu (Part 2)
Well, if you’ve ever wanted to hear me get choked up about a cartoon duck (twice!) this is the aural experience for you.
Well, if you’ve ever wanted to hear me get choked up about a cartoon duck (twice!) this is the aural experience for you.
Two things I learned this week: I’ve been reading Gaiman books for way too long, and this adaptation has aged a bit like milk.
I’ve mentioned my love of the adorable ballet duck show before, but this time I got a chance to go back through it with two charming colleagues who’d never seen it before. It was, in fact, a delight.
I call this next stretch of episodes “the Summer of Accidental Hot Takes.” It wasn’t our goal setting out, but when one digs into cult films with opinionated fanbases….well….
Okay y’all, who wants to talk about adolescent transmasculine misogyny?
Because good lord did we need to end on something sweet, even if it is a bit on the toothless side.
The title isn’t the only thing about this movie that’s A Lot.
This was the longest 90 minutes I’ve sat through in a good long while. Lesbian phase movies will do that.
Things are always queer around here, but this is the time of year where we structure a whole lecture series about an aspect of queer film history.
The ur-sick kid tragedy porn.