Film Club: April 18-24
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Whether you're a burnout, a cowboy, or a teen queen - we got u covered. Plus there's a bunch of free screenings this week which is inarguably nicer than when there's not free screenings. Though maybe we shouldn't have told you all about that as now there are sure to be longer queues and fewer places for us, but that's just the kind of generous, self-sacrificing people we are. Don't say we never give you nothin'.
A free film club who's raison d'etre is to provide screenings of B-list 'Bad Movies for Bad People' - sign us the hell up. This month's iteration is Vixen, a sexploitation skin-flick that satirises pornography and the seediness of the 'erotic film' genre. Directed by Russ Meyer, this 1968 cult sensation is clumsy, outrageous, self-aware and very, verrry bad - in the absolute best possible way.
Make sure you get there early to grab a drink in the deliciously kitschy Bamboo Lounge before the screening - you're gonna need a stiff one for this.
Before there was Buffy, or Twilight, or The Vampire Diaries, there was Dracula, ever-reigning king of the vamps. Catch the first ever film adaptation of the prodigal bloodsucker at The Horse Hospital. This 1922 silent German expressionist film hasn't lost any of its ability to trance and chill us, even almost a century later (much like Drac himself, to be fair). The restored version of the film will be preceded by a good ol' bit of Film 101, exploring the making of this classic, with insights by The Criterion Collection producer and documentarian Mark Rance.
Richard Linklater loves Texas so much he might as well marry it. This double feature features double trouble of his lovesongs to the Lone Star State, in the form of Dazed and Confused and Everybody Wants Some!! The former is a 90s coming-of-age classic full of your requisite teen rowdiness, about a group of friends in Austin on their last day of high school. The latter, which is one of Linklater's newer projects, is about a college freshman in Texas in the 80s and is also full of teen rowdiness. We're sensing a theme here.
Even though it's 4/20, you sadly don't get a joint with your ticket, but you do get can of beer. And we certainly won't tell anybody if you take a lil hit of the devil's lettuce between screenings.
In honour of the 100th anniversary of some women in Britain getting the right to vote the Barbican is putting on a season of films celebrating the kickass gals who have shattered glass ceilings and blazed their own trails ever since.
We're particularly excited about Georgie Girl, the story of Georgina Beyer, the first trans woman ever to be elected to a national office. Georgina, who is of Maori descent, had a past life as a sex worker before werking her way into the local office in a traditionally conservative, rural New Zealand town, and then national parliament in 1999. We would 10/10 buy some mugs/t-shirts/votive candles with this chick's face on them.
If you're a 90s kid you've probably heard about, watched or can recite every word of Clueless. So what better way to while away a few hours than by dissecting the teen movie genre in general and this teen movie in particular. After refreshing your memories with a screening of Clueless, stick around for Beyond Clueless so you can intellectualise the shit out of your fave unintellectual slumber party flick.
Somewhat of a Cinderella story - and even more A Cinderella Story - Love, Simon is a warm 'n' fuzzy highschool romance about a closeted gay teen who falls for an anonymous admirer. And, because this is a rom-com and not real life, said anonymous admirer turns out not to be a Tinder creep trying to solicit underage dick picks, and is instead a classmate making wanted overtures. If you're keeping track, this also marks the first time a major box office player (20th Century Fox) has put a gay teen at the helm of one of their flicks - hopefully it's the first of many.
Showing at all da places.
This ice-cold custody drama is a brutal slow-burner from first-time director Xavier Legrand, and if you don't leave the cinema an absolute shell of the person you were before walking in, well, then you're probably not human.
Evidently centring on a custody battle, a mother fights for full custody of her 12-year-old son against her abusive ex husband. If that seems at all formulaic, it's not - the beauty and the pain here is in all the excruciating nuances of the family's drama.
This is a layered, contemplative rumination on the Western genre, but removed from the Wild West of John Wayne's heyday and transposed to contemporary Bulgaria. In this switch of setting, the premise becomes self-aware, deeply political, and more than a sly nod to the nature of toxic masculinity. Heeee haaw.
Showing at ICA, Curzon Bloomsbury, Arthouse Crouch End and Picturehouse Central.