I almost went home this morning when I thought I was going to barf at the train station (I wasn’t nauseated but gagged out of fucking nowhere, cool story, body) but I’m really glad I went to class because we watched Watermelon Woman and now I know who Cheryl Dunye is. Thoughts:
DIY queer film from the 90s, ok sign me the fuck up
History is not even a thing.
VHS everywhere, hello nostalgia!
It’s so easy for white people to make films that are only about white people, but white people usually slip into films that are decidedly NOT about us.
Although this film is kind of about how the history of black lesbians is elided by feminist and lesbian histories that only document white people and by black histories that only document dudes, I mean intersectionality 101, basically.
Why do I suddenly have a boner? Oh, because there’s a sex scene and it’s really fucking hot, ok.
Camille Paglia making fun of herself kind of? Like being overtly racist enough to know it’s a parody yet so close to the “reality” of white feminists that it provokes uncomfortable laughter.
And that just points to the false dichotomy between fiction/non-fiction, like really this film is fictional but the point is that it tells a history in a way that capital-H-History doesn’t.
Damn, where can I find those boots?
This film is definitely on my queue. If only Video Americain hadn’t just closed….
