Always a pleasure, never a chore, always a huge responsibility. I loved putting a second series of the Bechdel Test Canon together for Bitch Magazine and hope it helped you see movies a little differently (and hey, maybe see some different movies). Thanks to Bitch’s wonderful staff, who are beyond supportive. Thanks also to each of you who followed along. I close with my thoughts on Dee Rees’ Pariah.
Posts Tagged ‘Bechdel Test Canon
As I bring the Bechdel Test Canon to a close, I thought I’d celebrate queer girls in the last two posts. The penultimate post for this installment of the series is on Lucía Puenzo’s XXY. Enjoy!
Last week, I barely had time to sit down to watch these films, much less write on them. And yet, magically and through considerable care and research, the Bechdel Test Canon keeps forming into being. Last week, I wrote on Julie Dash’s Illusions, Lisa Cholodenko’s High Art, and Wanuri Kahiu’s Pumzi. I wrote my third-to-last post of the series on Agnès Varda’s One Sings, the Other Doesn’t. I posted them to my Twitter feed and Facebook fan page (incentive to follow!), but completely forgot to post them here. Check them out, leave comments, and watch these films.
The train keeps rolling along with An Angel At My Time.
It’s weird that I wrote about a film with a subplot involving a lecherous critical studies professor on the first day of my cultural studies seminar. Not planned, I swear. Anyway, most of us in the humanities aren’t Kyle MacLachlan in Me Without You. But a number of us are Michelle Williams. Some of us are also Anna Friel at the same time because we have layers, dammit. Here’s to the first day of spring term and, therefore, berets.
I love films about film-making, especially when they involve catsuits and Maggie Cheung. Check out today’s post, won’t you?
I can’t believe we are over halfway through with the second installment of the Bechdel Test Canon. We close out the week with a look at Chantal Akerman’s bewitching Je tu il elle. C’est incroyable!
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Getting Kicks and Saving Face
A lot of me today. I posted a review of Girls Got Kicks for Scratched Vinyl this morning and my Bechdel Test Canon entry on Saving Face for Bitch just went live. To honor (or inadvertently counteract) GGK‘s spirit, I put on my radioactive pink Converses and went for a walk. Now I think Chantal Akerman, some reading, another visit to Old Love, and a cat nap are in order.
Good stuff here, all I’m saying.
