Britain’s great cinematic translator of the modern queer experience, Andrew Haigh (Weekend, 45 Years, the TV show Longing) returns with a Rizla-paper-delicate rumination on gay loneliness, love, and how grief lingers like a spectre in the corner of the room.
It’s part ghost story, part nocturnal romance, part late-stage coming-of-ager. Andrew Scott stars as Adam, a depressed screenwriter working on a new script inspired by the death of his parents. For research, he visits his childhood home on the outskirts of London, only to find his mum and dad — Claire Foy and Jamie Bell, respectively — are seemingly alive and well, looking exactly as they did thirty years ago. Meanwhile, a steamy tryst blossoms with a stranger (Paul Mescal) in Adam’s empty apartment complex.
It’s stirring, and achingly felt. One of those movies not to see with your dad (or anyone else who you’re embarrassed to watch unflinching gay sex scenes with, or endlessly cry in front of). And it’s sure to stand as one of the best of the year.
Drive Away Dolls
We are cackling with gleeful excitement about Drive Away Dolls, Ethan Coen’s solo debut as director. Starring indie darlings Margaret Qualley (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Stars at Noon) and Geraldine Viswanathan (Bad Education, The Broken Hearts Gallery), this road movie caper following two friends who skip town together only to find a mysterious … something … in the trunk of their car is set to be the first in what Coen’s called his ‘lesbian B-movie trilogy’. Truly, long live the lesbian B-movie. What a time to be alive. Pedro Pascal is in it too!
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