The Past Must Die

The Last Jedi is a fascinating film. It is definitely one of the most artful blockbusters I have ever seen, with some truly astounding visuals. I mean, there’s this: And this: And this: It’s clear Rian Johnson took his time to not only revisit the rules set up by George Lucas all those years ago,…

A Love With Many Names

Yes, Call My By Your Name is good. Very, very good. I went in with elevated expectations and a cynical Cinema Studies attitude, but I was completely moved by it. Luca Gaudagnino has made quite the film, and both Timothée Chalamet and Armie Hammer are fantastic in it. Even with some of my previously stated…

Yes, Armie Hammer Is A Babe

Armie Hammer’s people just keep throwing out thirst traps until all the gays are on the bandwagon, huh? There are only so many more times I can look into those dreamy eyes or marvel at that perfect nose or appreciate his perfectly manicured feet before critical thought ceases in my homosexual brain. Just look at…

Batman Gets Hitched

Remember when I made that whole post about the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle? And I unpacked the brilliant ballroom scene from Batman Returns, but used it as a way to illustrate their perfect-but-imperfect love and how it played a formative role in my development as a young gay male? I even said…

Forever Yonge

“My feet tread a familiar path along Yonge, a neon circus of idling cars and roving packs of suburbanites here to enjoy something a little different. The sixties have come to Toronto two years too late, and so seven odd decades of being good atop a mud pile have left the citizens feeling antsy. I…

The Nemesis of Neglect

2017 hasn’t been a particularly good time to be a queer person in Toronto. I mean, there is still significant division within the community over the demands made by Black Lives Matter in the 2016 Pride Parade, with Pride out roughly $1.3 million this year via lost sponsorship and lowered attendance. Hanlan’s Point, a popular and…

On Being Biracial

Growing up biracial in the eighties, elderly couples used to stare at my family as we would pass in the street. Kids would ask awkward questions at school. It was almost impossible to understand myself in relation to popular culture or even my own family tree. So seeing a biracial woman become a princess and…

The Blissful Melancholy of BoJack Horseman

On paper, BoJack Horseman seems somewhat derivative. A Hollywood satire about a faded sitcom star hoping to reclaim former glories? That’s HBO’s The Comeback. An alcoholic haunted by his past and locked in a cycle of self-destructive behaviour that impacts his loved ones and coworkers? That’s AMC’s Mad Men. A mature animated series featuring an…

Saggy Ass Sad Girl Christmas

Today, I put up my Saggy Ass Sad Girl Christmas Tree. She leans to the side and turns on and off without notice, but so do I, I guess? At least the job is done. I’m not a big Christmas person. I’ve debated if this started later in life, or whether it has always been…

Men Loving Men

Maybe it’s that November chill, or the calm before the seasonal storm, or the fact that the news cycle has died down just long enough to give me a chance to reflect, but I thought I’d post something a touch more introspective on here. Off-brand, I know. I’d entertained writing a piece about the sexual…

The Ballad of Bruce and Selina

Batman Returns has always been a pretty singular film for me. Even after a film studies degree, a few years kicking around the industry, and a mental back catalogue of countless art films, I still hold it in incredibly high regard. It could be that I saw it as a kid, squished into a packed theatre…

“Bro, Do You Even Lift?”

If you really think about it, the gym is strange. It’s a place where humans are encouraged to divorce themselves from the higher functioning and more cerebral tasks of society, and are instead told to tap into their most base and animal instincts. It’s space dedicated to physicality, where the NATURAL (but highly gendered) ORDER…