Trash & Treasures: Manhunter
For our anniversary I got myself an excuse to talk about Hannibal. And Hannibal.
For our anniversary I got myself an excuse to talk about Hannibal. And Hannibal.
I may only be speaking as a backseat wrestling fan, but this really captures what makes fan enthusiasm for the sport so endearing.
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 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….
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.
I never saw the first movie and I clearly made the right choice.