Sunday, February 14, 2016
We watched Tangerine the other night. It's not the best movie ever made, but considering that it was shot on i-phones and stars mostly amateur actors, it is a minor miracle. The story is compelling, and the cinematography is often riveting: Hollywood never looked so beautiful, or alien. Mostly it is a funny, matter-of-fact narrative about the most "other" you could possibly be among American others: black, trans, and a sex worker. In the end, a Valentine: sweet, if sad. I wonder what Justice Scalia would have made of it.