my trans girl vibes:
no lie, if you were to make mary woronov's character less of a yuppie and diane franklin's character less of a jerk, combine them together into one character, and have them spend a bigger chunk of the movie doing aerobics in that leotard woronov wears, this movie would be my spirit animal on so many levels. but since i'm forgiving of the movies i love, i'll say it comes close enough.
i'm sure there's worse noir out there, but if you look at it through the lens of today's discourse, this is essentially a combo of #savethechildren and swerf sentiment with an extra dose of saccharin, unconvincingly dressed up like something street-smart; barely progressive even for its time, tbh. not only is there better noir; there's far better feminism. stylistically, it's passable, but its style can't distract from the syrupy moralizing which lies at its core and makes the movie quite…
my trans girl vibes:
as an egg, i was very toxic. my experiences with authority figures, the mental health system, and society in general all combined with negative relationships with women and my need to prove to myself (and everyone else) that i was a man, with ugly and often humiliating results. basically, for a while i was walking around trying to be a creepy little gg allin caricature, always drunk and getting myself into trouble. i never did any…
my trans girl vibes:
there's enough cute ladies with machine guns and improvised rambo-style headbands in this that, when presented in such a simultaneously scuzzy, airy, carefree, silly, macho way, "troma's war" came out of nowhere and delivered the twinge at a time when I never seemed to experience it much anymore. (somehow, some of the music egged this on, too, but i'm not really sure how or why to this day...?) carolyn beauchamp deserves a place in my trans…
