Happy Birthday, François Truffaut!
February 6, 1932 — October 21, 1984
During the war, I saw all these films that made me love cinema so much. I’d skip school regularly to see movies in the afternoon and even in the morning, in the small theaters that opened that early. At first I wasn’t sure if I’d be a critic or a filmmaker, but I knew it’d be something like that. I had thought of writing, and that later on I’d be a novelist. Then I decided I’d be a film critic. Then I gradually started thinking I should make movies. I think seeing all these movies was a sort of apprenticeship.
laverne cox keeping it very fucking real:
“In the context of a materialist feminist discourse, we know bodies matter. But we also know that our bodies are not our destiny. We are more than our bodies. It’s this very spiritual concept that got my slave ancestors through the horrors of that experience, knowing that we are more than our bodies, finding a space to transcend this material we’re living in. But as a liberatory stance it’s important for black people to reclaim our bodies, historically sold raped, lynched, generally devalued as not beautiful and savage even. But as we reclaim our bodies it’s important not to buy into the racialized mythology about them. My transsexual body often sought only as a site of sexual conquest and objectification is an interesting potential site for the subversion of that racist history. So many of the issues that plague African American culture today are rooted in my assessment in an uncritical relationship by both many black men and women to Patriachy or institutionalized sexism. This system is inherently heterosexist, homophobic and, of course, transphobic.”
also. her look right here. everything.