College students go to third world countries and take pictures with African kids to show the world all the good they’ve done, but could easily go to inner city schools and help repair their broken down buildings. Then again, pictures with little poor black kids probably wouldn’t get as many likes.
Yesterday night, I was very lucky (my bank account, not so much) to go to London to see Professor Marston & the Wonder Women, a movie which I’d been waiting for ever since Luke Evans was cast in it. The reviews were positive and my friend @johnsmoore had loved it after seeing it at TIFF, but despite my excitement (which had already increased after seeing Wonder Woman), part of me was still a little nervous, and I hoped the movie would make my trip 100% worth it.
Professor Marston & the Wonder Women is a love story. But not just any love story: it’s a love story about ‘unconventional’ people (as they say) but told with love, care and respect. If I hadn’t been so focused on trying not to noise my never ending feeling of satisfaction and gratefulness, I would have cried all the way through.
I didn’t cry, but I laughed a lot (it was so, so funny!), and I spent (almost) the whole movie smiling so hard I had to bite the inside of my cheek to remind myself to chill if I didn’t want my face to hurt by the time the movie was over. And this movie… it was pure and honest and beautiful and fun and so, so full of love.
Elizabeth is bold and hilarious and fierce. Olive is brave and soft and strong. William is good-hearted and passionate and determined. You’re gonna love that trio. You’re going to feel for them and hurt with them and fall in love with them at the same time they fall in love with each other. I know I did. The cast did a wonderful, wonderful job. Rebecca Hall was simply phenomenal. Luke Evans was full of strong gentleness. Bella Heathcote an example of strength and vulnerability combined.
Now, anyone who knows me a bit also knows sex scenes and I aren’t friends. At all. So when pretty much every review I read mentioned the sexual content, I started getting a little bit worried, because reviews don’t usually talk about that. Though they were reassuring, being anxious and a sex-indifferent bordering on sex-repulsed asexual, I needed the movie to reassure me. And it did.
First of all, it was far from the explicit thing people seemed to promise. I’ve seen much, much more explicit sexual scenes. I’d almost say these were soft. But the point is… they were so, so well done. Sex wasn’t there just to show hot people making out for the sole purpose of having a useless sex scene. Here, sex was passionate and loving and fun! It was such a refreshing take on scenes that usually make me cringe because of how boringly all-the-same and seen through the male gaze and lacking actual feeling they too often are.
Then, you know how biopics can be nice but there’s always a moment when you wonder “okay it’s good and all but how far in are we now”? It’s not a thing here. The movie flows so well, and honestly too fast. When the end was near I was like, “what? already?” I didn’t see time go at all. I wished it would never end. And the penultimate scene! That scene was incredible. It was funny and sad and it will make you want to go on your knees and beg for things to be alright.
When the movie ended, I was an emotional wreck. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. A movie about bi women told by LGBTQ+ people? A movie where a woman being in love with another woman and three people loving each other equally is normal and filmed like any ‘classic’ movie romance usually is? A movie that shows a kinky poly and gay relationship in the most simple, positive, and respectful way?
I’m so thankful this movie exists. I’m so thankful for the laughs and the moments of simple, precious domesticity, of the consent all throughout the story, of how healthy and beautiful it all was, even though it wasn’t always happy. And on a personal level and as a queer person myself, it meant so, so much to me to see my favourite actor in such a story. I have no words to say how much it means to me, but you can believe me when I say it made my heart burst with love for the movie even more than it already was.
Professor Marston & the Wonder Women is shining with love and there is no way you won’t want to give all yours back.
Being at one with your home, feeling a connection to the land, rolling hills and mighty fjords, aesthetically pleasing villages, being mistook for the drunks of society, dark humour, beautiful headpieces, traditional garments, pride in where you are from, stories passed down generations, snow that coats everyone and everything, holding to the past at the detriment of moving forward.
On June 11, 1963, a large crowd watches in mute horror as a Buddhist monk named Thich Quang Duc sits down in a busy Saigon intersection and calmly allows himself to be doused in petrol and set on fire. The holy man committed suicide via immolation in protest of the Catholic persecution of Buddhists in his country, and pictures of his death were circulated around the world.