Welcome to the ur-tragic dead gay movie. It’s even more insufferable than you’re thinking.
You might’ve noticed I’m a bit of a Cronenberg nerd. So here’s me geeking out about what I’d easily call one of his top five.
It’s been a while since I saw a movie whose conceit would literally fall apart if it acknowledged queer and trans people existed.
I love this movie so much. But boy, it is just a little bit of unearned smugness going on.
This film is the epic, multi-generational tale of uncovering how exactly to punch a murderer in the dick. And in the end, the day is saved by wig-snatching.
Terry Pratchett is proof that even great authors can have very bad first novels. So take heart, internet.
I am here to destroy the myth of the Poor Put Upon Genius who’s work was thwarted. Because man, fuck this guy for wasting so many people’s work.