Amazing salient view on the kind of social dependence those living on the margins are suspended within. A unique place where you're trading whose mercy you live by.
Trans films always seem to feature the emasculated lover, someone who serves the purpose of bridging to the ethnocultural & heteronormative center. These two positions of contrast are a central move in speaking on trans issues. Alex's need for possession is framed to be influenced by his emasculation. Someone who "doesn't" fit, or succeed, but nevertheless possesses leverage by virtue of his status in society as non-marginal. The American proletariat stepping over the bodies of immigrants for their own self gratification under a system that despises them. The populist-fascist sentiment doesn't run thick in this movie, it's merely in its infancy and dregs. The banal domination existing at every intersection of identity. He is blind to his own privilege. It motivates his saviour complex, and in so doing recreates a kind of silent prejudice, one whose weight is impossibly complicated to tackle. Plausible deniability, good intentions, these are things the marginalized are forever expected to tread with care, for they are always the mercy of bare minimums.
Lingua Franca's silence speaks volumes in that respect. The world will continue to try and possess her, and convince her that it is just.
Amazing salient view on the kind of social dependence those living on the margins are suspended within. A unique place where you're trading whose mercy you live by.
Trans films always seem to feature the emasculated lover, someone who serves the purpose of bridging to the ethnocultural & heteronormative center. These two positions of contrast are a central move in speaking on trans issues. Alex's need for possession is framed to be influenced by his emasculation. Someone who "doesn't" fit, or succeed, but nevertheless possesses leverage by virtue of his status in society as non-marginal. The American proletariat stepping over the bodies of immigrants for their own self gratification under a system that despises them. The populist-fascist sentiment doesn't run thick in this movie, it's merely in its infancy and dregs. The banal domination existing at every intersection of identity. He is blind to his own privilege. It motivates his saviour complex, and in so doing recreates a kind of silent prejudice, one whose weight is impossibly complicated to tackle. Plausible deniability, good intentions, these are things the marginalized are forever expected to tread with care, for they are always the mercy of bare minimums.
Lingua Franca's silence speaks volumes in that respect. The world will continue to try and possess her, and convince her that it is just.
