it’s simply poor journalism to not discuss the singularly infamous and paramythical soundscapes of mating foxes. everyone in this city has a relationship w those shrieks and wails. how can u do a segment on foxes in ldn and not include them ??

don’t even get me started on the royalist propaganda and the amount of times some overblown greenwashy statistic is narrated over sweeping drone shots of a plot of green (“good”) surrounded by city (“bad”). nature docs always…

prefer this as a work of process (filmed every sunday over the course of a year with close friends in places they would anyways frequent) and ethos (reject aspirations towards “good” filmmaking, ie. mixing the sound in the car shop when the angle grinder is on)

as the outcome of said process, many if not most layers get lost in its own sauce — i struggled to divine the foundations of this dystopia through the mumbled (and unsubtitled) dialogue, mixed…

it’s hard to make a documentary about a community member who has passed away and left a legacy that is complex and still taboo — this doc nudges just enough at more critical perspectives on roland’s practices without defaulting to condemnation by whatever is the current framework of radical judgement. it’s true that cultural appropriation didn’t exist as a concept in the 70-90s. it’s equally true that you can’t simply bypass centuries of cultural theft and suppression by referring to…

i enjoy Preciado's writing but its audiovisual translation is way too literal and didactic,,, like when the voiceover likens being trans to accessing the 'backstage' of society, a constructed 'set'... and then literally shows a trans person exploring the backstage of a movie set??? *muffled scream*

the symbols fall so flat — the passports? the judge? for someone who speaks so much about traversing unknown horizons of trans existence, why revert back to these tired and outdated symbols of power?…