feels like it was made more for cis audiences to feel “informed” than for trans people to feel seen. there’s a difference between portraying hardship and fixating on it. this film too often chooses the latter. the camera lingers where it shouldn’t, and not in a way that deepens empathy—just in a way that feels invasive. viktor polster gives a committed performance, but it's hard to separate that from the uncomfortable gaze shaping every frame. the body becomes the battleground here, but with little emotional payoff and even less nuance. exhausting rather than enlightening
feels like it was made more for cis audiences to feel “informed” than for trans people to feel seen. there’s a difference between portraying hardship and fixating on it. this film too often chooses the latter. the camera lingers where it shouldn’t, and not in a way that deepens empathy—just in a way that feels invasive. viktor polster gives a committed performance, but it's hard to separate that from the uncomfortable gaze shaping every frame. the body becomes the battleground here, but with little emotional payoff and even less nuance. exhausting rather than enlightening
