Teenage Miguel (Diego Calva) has two major passions in his life. His boyfriend Johnny (Eduardo Eliseo Martinez) who just happens to be the son of his wealthy family’s maid, and skateboarding. Whilst Johnny may share these passions ….. well, definitely the latter …. he also has a very jealous girlfriend too. They all live in Mexico City albeit in quite opposite settings as Johnny is living rough on the streets and always on the look out to make some easy money.
These two young men jump at the chance of getting involved with some petty criminal plot that involves rounding up some desperately poor people off the streets to illegally donate blood to some drug gangsters. There is good money to be made, but on this particular occasion the deal goes horribly wrong when armed thugs suddenly herd the donors into a truck and just simply drive them away never to be heard off again.
When the boys go off to search for an explanation from the middle man who set the deal up, things go from bad to worse as they take matters into their own hands, and then Johnny betrays his one-time boyfriend and subsequently is left with no other choice than to immediately hot-foot it out of town.
This attempt by Guatemalan-Mexican writer-director Julio Hernandez Cordon to make a cool and edgy street drama with these young skateboarders ……one of whom likes nothing more than demonstrate his skills on the board whilst totally naked ….falls very flat on it’s face. Whilst it started off by insinuating itself as a potential gay romance it instead unfolds into a ill-conceived and rather messy crime noir drama that fizzles out with a most unimaginative ending.
The cast made of up of total amateurs that Hernandez recruited via the pages of Facebook add a welcome rawness to the piece that at least has a very visual stylish look to it, but that alone is not enough to redeem it. I Promise You Anarchy …..but what a pity he didn’t promise us a more interesting movie too.
When Argentinian film buff Flavio Florencio first went to Mexico some years ago his friends took him to a ‘cantina’ to watch a cabaret full of transvestite performers which totally fascinated him. He was very curious to know how they all spent their daytime lives off the stage, and he decided that there was probably a good story amongst them just waiting to be told.
After visiting these clubs ever weekend for several months, Florencio found Morgana an operatic soprano whose singing totally entranced him, and after hearing her story, he knew that she would be the subject of his first ever documentary film.
He chose well as Morgana is a very bubbly trans woman with boundless energy and sheer determination to succeed at achieving her goal of getting realignment surgery to complete her transition. Perpetually in very good spirits, we first see her at home in Mexico discussing the fact that the operation she wanted would cost almost $10000 in Thailand. As she had no way of affording that, she had applied and been accepted to enter the Miss International Queen beauty pageant where the prize money was exactly that.
The really beautiful Morgana stood out from this crowd, but even so filmmaker Florencio sensing that she still didn’t have a actual chance of winning the title and the prize money, went behind her back to ensure that the story has a very happy ending.
The very moving scenes in the impressive modern hospital when she is about to fulfill her dream at last see Morgana in tears of joy, a reaction that is bound to be shared by many people watching the film too. To be able to witness someone as special as Morgana complete her journey into finally having her body match her real gender is a remarkable thing. Florencio has stated at the beginning he wanted to make a universal story, and that is exactly what he has done and quite brilliantly too.
It took the members of G-Voice South Korea’s oldest gay male choir a long time and a great deal of discussions before all the members agreed to this documentary to be made. Most gay Koreans are by nature quite conservative and they are usually reticence to talk about their sexuality, but in this instance as Lee Dong-ha the filmmaker was also a member of the choir, they let their guards down more than normal and seemed to throw themselves wholeheartedly into the project.
Since 2003 G-Voice has been meeting in Seoul every weekend to rehearse. In some cases their enthusiasm far exceeds their musical talents and after listening to some of the scenes of painful caterwauling, it is quite remarkable that somehow they manage to pull off such polished public performances in the end. The music is of course not the main reason that they enjoy being part of the group, as it gives them all a welcoming and enjoyable social experience which helps counterbalance all the general homophobia of Korean society.
What strikes you from the start is all the infectious good humor and joy especially as they give accounts of all their dating experiences, several of which occur within the choir’s ranks. They seemed somewhat childishly innocent and so are visibly shocked when their cosy life as a group gets a rude awakening when they are being pelted with bags of human faeces whilst performing at Korea’s first gay wedding. (Their assailant is a Christian Pastor which is the least shocking part of the whole incident).
In the second part of the documentary the choir’s political awareness steps up a notch or two and they go and sing in support of a steel workers strike. Then when their attempts to be part of the 15th Korea Queer Festival Parade are halted by hoards of very angry Evangelical Christians defiantly sitting down in the streets of their route blocking they way, they are resigned and annoyed. What is remarkable here is that despite the hours they stand there unable to proceed, and with non-stop vitriolic abuse hurled at them, there is not even a hint of retaliatory violence which would probably occurred in western countries faced with a similar situation.
The point of the film is to celebrate the 10th Anniversary of the Choir with a spectacular concert which turns out to be quite a magnificent event albeit a very camp extravaganza. They proudly write and produce all their own music and sing enthusiastically ‘dream the undreamable, reach the unreachable,’ and I think they’ll manage to do that quite easily.
P.S. The movie won a Audience Award at the Berlinale earlier this year
WHOA. Bruce Springsteen tweeted out this statement this afternoon:
As you, my fans, know I’m scheduled to play in Greensboro, North Carolina this Sunday. As we also know, North Carolina has just passed HB2, which the media are referring to as the “bathroom” law. HB2 — known officially as the Public Facilities Privacy and Security Act — dictates which bathrooms transgender people are permitted to use. Just as important, the law also attacks the rights of LGBT citizens to sue when their human rights are violated in the workplace.
No other group of North Carolinians faces such a burden. To my mind, it’s an attempt by people who cannot stand the progress our country has made in recognizing the human rights of all of our citizens to overturn that progress. Right now, there are many groups, businesses, and individuals in North Carolina working to oppose and overcome these negative developments. Taking all of this into account, I feel that this is a time for me and the band to show solidarity for those freedom fighters.
As a result, and with deepest apologies to our dedicated fans in Greensboro, we have canceled our show scheduled for Sunday, April 10th. Some things are more important than a rock show and this fight against prejudice and bigotry — which is happening as I write — is one of them. It is the strongest means I have for raising my voice in opposition to those who continue to push us backwards instead of forwards.
Some people wait an awful long time before they start to come to terms with the fact there were born with the wrong gender, or indeed have the wherewithal to deal with it. Gloria Stein is one such person as she waited until she was 66 years old until she transitioned. In this slightly stranger-than-fiction story we learn that one of the main reasons that prompted her to start the process then was that as Bernard “Butch” Rosichan he wanted to avoid being sent to jail for not making his alimony payments to his second wife. To be fair to Gloria, this wasn’t the only deciding factor, but it was the pivotal point to carry through something she had been working towards for a very long time.
Butch had been an aggressive loud-mouthed Jewish macho owner of a South Florida auto-wrecking company. Balding, pot-bellied and hardly attractive but evidently he was quite the ladies man. In fact in this new documentary on her life, Gloria kept emphasizing that Butch loved women so much he thought he may just as well become one. A slight simplification for what was obviously more her more profound reasons, nevertheless Gloria’s goal in her transitioning was to become the woman that Butch would have wanted to marry.
Gloria’s fascinating tale is one of the most unexpected and surprising journeys of a fiercely determined woman with a very infectious high-spirited personality whose transitioning also enabled her to come to terms with some of her past life choices that she made as Butch and which she now regretted. Her nephew Stephen who had served time in prison for his drug addiction somewhat bitterly testified how obnoxious his Uncle had treated him in the past. In fact at the beginning of this film, which had been shot over a couple of years, he was adamantly refusing to reunite with Gloria. They did however affect a happy reconciliation. but to everyone’s regret they couldn’t manage one with Gloria’s two sons that she hasn’t seen for decades.
Gloria had named herself after her two idols – Gloria Estefan and Gloria Steinem, and starting her life all over as a senior citizen simply empowered her to do whatever she wanted too. After her sex realignment surgery she even became a dominatrix for some time, and then to her complete surprise fell in love with Dan a rather timid FTM transgender man who obviously totally adores her. However what gives this rather inspirational and very compelling story a particularly happy ending is that Gloria has used her experience to now become an leading activist for the transgender community. As an outreach speaker to youth groups in Florida she tells her story and always encourages her young audiences with her very simple creed “if you want to do something, do it now because tomorrow may never come.”
Written and directed by Emmy Award Winning filmmaker Robyn Symon
Beatrice (Juliet Stevenson) and her 15 year old son Elliot (Alex Lawther) have arrived at their family’s getaway vacation home in the South of France for one last time. As the house is now to be sold as Beatrice and her husband are finally getting a divorce, they are there to pack up all its contents. After flailing around for decades in a marriage for which she confides to her neighbor never ever really brought her much joy, it is time to move on. Not that she looks any happier at the thought of a fresh start as she always appears so thoroughly depressed and about to burst into tears.
Her humor is not helped by the fact that she has spoilt her only son to such an extent that he is a self-absorbed prig who cannot bear to be in the house with her let alone, actually help with the arduous task of sorting all the possessions out. When he is out having fun just wandering around the countryside he comes across a semi-naked slightly older extremely handsome boy about to go for a swim in the reservoir. Clément (Phénix Brossard) is also here a visitor to the area but when we discover his dark secret we realize that he is certainly not on vacation.
Clément is however quite bemused when he spots how a very earnest Elliot is immediately infatuated with him. They have totally different natures and in fact Clément teases his new very wordy admirer for being a budding poet ‘such a cliche’ he says. Nevertheless they take to hanging together at Elliot’s house and it does at least mean that Beatrice has finally got a helping pair of hands with all the packing, and someone who is finally nice to her.
On an outing to the nearby town it is in fact Beatrice that steals a kiss from Clément, an incident that Elliot manages to witness, but later on he gets his new friend alone and he is finally permitted to go even further. By then Elliot’s father (Finbar Lynch) has arrived to ostensibly sign the Sale papers for the house, but before he does that, more family secrets are revealed, and Beatrice gets even more unhappy.
This very gentle drama from Brit theater and TV director Andrew Steggall unfolds at a very languid pace and but somehow it never totally engages you or quite fulfills its promise. Despite a valiant performance from Lawther (last seen on our screens as the young Alan Turing in The Imitation Game) it is difficult to warm to such an insufferable character, and even harder to appreciate why these two totally opposite young men really would become friends. Stevenson, one on the Uk’s most talented actresses, has been given little to grasp onto as her character is too one dimensional, although at least she doesn’t have to repeat her campy performance of a newly divorced mother of a gay boy that she gave in ‘Food of Love’.
Beautifully photographed and with a delightful soundtrack which does make up for it a little.
It seems that the celebrity death rate has started climbing of late. But really, it’s just that the famous people and pop idols of my generation are starting their natural return to the cosmic unknown. So they loom larger in my consciousness and the loss of them feels more profound.
My generation is the first television generation. We were the first kids who stayed home sick from school and watched soaps with mom, watched Captain Kangaroo in the morning before catching the bus, and then caught frisky game shows and heartwarming sitcoms with the family at night.
Straight people control the narrative, which means Duke’s camp role in Valley of the Dolls is lost in the remembrances.
Like me, you may have had an odd identification with Cathy and Patty, the identical cousins on The Patty Duke Show. One was a wild and all-American teenager, the other was prim and used words too big for the other kids. Cathy, the British cousin, stood out for her rare manners and delicate tastes. She was different. On the other hand a hot dog made Patty lose control — so yeah, that was me too.
Patty and Cathy could easily be seen as both sides of a closeted teen of the mid-century.
Patty Duke died on Tuesday, at age 69. Her story is one for the ages: A Broadway actress in her early teens, she became an Oscar-winning actress for playing Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker, then solidified her iconic status as a television sensation, recording artist, and more. Then there were the rough years: The disclosure of her bipolar disorder, followed her amazing book, Call Me Anna, and her heroic work as a mental health activist.
All these things are mentioned in the obituaries I have been browsing. But what about Valley of the Dolls? Someone has to be mentioning it.
In my Facebook feed, I keep seeing friends of my age ask why nobody is mentioning this film, which is on every gays-of-a-certain-age’s list of top 10 camp films. This makes me wonder what will happen when Faye Dunaway dies. Will we all pretend the Mommie thing never happened?
Maybe they are avoiding mentioning Valley of the Dolls because it was generally thought of as a bad movie. But whether a movie is good or bad matters less than its overall impact in the long run. And culturally V.O.D. still has a big impact.
Because Valley of the Dolls came out in 1967 and I was 13, I was not allowed to see it. But by my robust teen years, my pre-gay friends and I were seeing V.O.D. at the drive-in with contraband beer and teen angst. I saw it once on a double bill with Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, a Russ Meyers potboiler that was surely an inspiration for John Waters.
Jacqueline Susann’s Valley of the Dolls, published in 1966, was a sensational book that claimed to rip the lid off the shocking-behind-the-scenes world of showbiz. Reading it now is about as exciting as Peyton Place. But back then it was hot stuff, so the film was highly anticipated, and the roles were coveted.
It was one of the first films I memorized large portions of the script to parrot with my friends — a timeworn ritual among gay companions. It had the addictive setup of four main women characters, like so many other plots that gay men love (Golden Girls, Designing Women, Sex and the City). Because of that, you were expected to pick the character you most identified with, and then become them. Needless to say, I was Duke’s character, Neely O’Hara, the booze- and dope-addicted superstar, supposedly based loosely on Judy Garland. (Ironically, there are kinescope screen tests of Garland playing the hoary Helen Lawson role, which were made before she was canned from the film.)
There were high hopes for Duke’s performance in the film. She was pedigreed, and beloved for her television work. The film was a stinker. But oh, what a glorious stinker. And Patty Duke’s performance is right up there with Faye as all time campiest performance on film. The gowns! The drugs! The cat fights! The thousands of dollars of fake hair! Patty held nothing back. She risked all. And while she was demolished by the critics, she became a goddess of camp to men of my generation.
This led to countless parodies and remakes. There were drag queen homages and sing-a-longs in land-locked midwestern states. I saw a great version in the ’90s with Jackie Beat as the imperious Helen Lawson (played by Susan Hayward in the film).
The other female leads, Sharon Tate and Barbara Parkins, competed for audacious camp. Lee Grant slid in a stealth performance as the controlling sister. Susan Hayward was the only one who seemed to know what kind of movie she was in, and so she was least victimized by the process.
It was Patty Duke, with her take-no-prisoners technique that is most memorable, and at the risk of overusing a word, iconic. I have sat in darkened living rooms with other men in their 50s and 60s watching the DVD of Patty’s final scene in the alley behind the theater after her disastrous non-performance in a stage show. These same men have been laughing and reciting the lines along with the whole film for years. But when Neely collapses in the grit and mud and screams out to her god of doubtful existence, we all have a reverent hush. It is gut-wrenching. She epitomizes the greatest moments of camp by combining artificiality and pathos in equal measures.
So while few of the obits mention Valley of the Dolls, me and all my other friends of a certain age want to thank you, Patty, for giving us a character we could emulate, imitate, and recover from. You are Neely O’Hara.
A last-minute competition submission landed Kevin Rios at Sundance presenting Made of Sugar, a documentary short about his experience growing up in a Cuban family, wrestling with his sexual identity, and moving to New York City. Shot in moody-romantic black and white and boasting old footage from his family’s personal archives, Rios has become a filmmaker to watch, one whose story is relatable to many LGBTs hungering for inner-understanding, but also fiercely original and illuminating.
Out: Tell us about Made of Sugar. How did you get it to Sundance?
Kevin Rios:Made of Sugar is a personal film that I made in my last semester at New York University. The film reflects on my family, my first years living away from home, and how our Cuban culture is evolving. I finished the film mid-2015 after graduating college and a close friend from Miami had heard about the Sundance Ignite and Adobe Project 1324 short film challenge. I casually uploaded the film without thinking twice about it. I thought the film was deemed inappropriate, but a few weeks later I received notice I was a finalist and finally one of the winners. The winners of this challenge were flown out to Park City to attend the Sundance Film Festival as part of the Sundance Ignite program.
What was that experience like? Did you meet anyone memorable?
It was overwhelming in the best way possible. Sundance is on every aspiring filmmaker’s radar, and through this program I got to experience it in such a unique way. I never would’ve imagined the great events, panels, films, staff, and fellow winners I got to network with. A highlight of the week was meeting Nate Parker, who wrote, produced, directed and starred in The Birth of a Nation, and will undoubtedly become a huge star over the next year with his powerful film about Nat Turner.
How was Made of Sugar influenced by your upbringing?
Growing up in Miami it was impossible not to hear stories of Cuba. The tales of what our families went through to get to the States were on a loop throughout my childhood. There’s a palpable fondness of the island and its pre-revolutionary ideals that you can feel through the older generations. Unfortunately, Cubans are mostly conservative and old fashioned in their beliefs, which put me in a difficult position growing up queer. I hid a lot of my feelings and created a forced masculine exterior in order to fit in. These moments in life and fears were a direct inspiration while filming Made of Sugar. Not only was the film tackling my own upbringing, it shed light on how my mother felt leaving her home for a new country and the idealistic memories of what Cuba use to be.
Did your cultural background and sexual orientation clash?
My cultural Background and sexual orientation butted heads for a while. As soon as I came out, I began to reject my Cuban culture that caused me to suppress my sexuality for so long and truly believed I was just an American. I didn’t want to be associated with a culture that cared more about the stories in some book than the lives of the men and women right in front of them. Moving to New York for college was the first time I felt like an outsider in terms of ethnicity. I began film school with an open mind and realized that looking into the history of my culture was the only way to discover my own voice in film. I couldn’t whitewash myself. Mine and my family’s stories were the ones I was born to tell through film.
Still from Made of Sugar
How did your family respond to Made of Sugar?
My family was extremely supportive and willing to assist during production on various phases of production by providing family footage and photographs, as well as acting and recording voiceovers during principal photography. The film first premiered in Miami at the Revolt Film Festival and I was terrified. I thought for a quick second that I used their image and our culture to tell a selfish story. To my relief, I was received with open arms after the screening, which just solidified the true core of Cuban culture: Family. Overall they were extremely proud of me and it opened a dialogue with my family about my sexuality, career path and my resilience throughout my teen years in hiding.
Who are some of your creative influencers?
Xavier Dolan, Sofia Coppola, Lance Acord, Spike Jonze, Wes Craven, Pedro Almodovar, Jean-Luc Godard, Bob Fosse, Martin Scorcese…just to name a few.
Why are you drawn to film? What makes it an important art form?
I’ve always wanted to entertain. Film has had a profound effect on me since I was a child. The blending of several crafts—acting, costumes, music, photography—are all elements I have interest in. Film combines my interests into a focused medium that can inspire change in people. Film has the power to educate and illuminate and I’ve always wanted to be a part of that process.
What’s next? Working on anything new and exciting?
I’m working on an untitled short film to entice people to help fund a feature version that will take place in Havana, Cuba. After this experience with Made of Sugar, I’ve decided to dive into my family’s past and tell stories of Cuban families affected by the Revolution. I hope to join forces with my cousin in Havana who is also a filmmaker, to tell the story of my mother’s return to Cuba after many decades, with her mother’s ashes in hand.
Peter de Rome was one of the very first gay pornographer filmmakers who made small intimate and highly erotic movies in the early 1960’s when it was still illegal to be gay let alone partake in homosexual acts in public. He was an Englishmen who emigrated to New York in the 1950’s lured by the prospect of working in the movie industry as a publicist, but when his first job was delayed he ended up working as a Salesman in Tiffany’s on Fifth Avenue where Audrey Hepburn had Breakfast!
De Rome took himself from selling expensive jeweled baubles in Manhattan to quitting town to help the Civil Rights movement in the Deep South before coming back to the City again to publicize Hollywood movies by day and make his own short porn films by night. These were the heady days when gay sex was totally about having fun and being playful and whilst most gay porn was about getting the audience aroused so they could just beat off, De Rome’s was so much more than that. He put stories into them and even when they were based on, and starring, random men he picked up in the streets to have sex with, he incorporated the whole scenario into a narrative.
They certainly contained full and explicit sex but much more than this, they were sensual, fully of suspense and tension, and highly erotic with a twist. His personal preference for hunky black men became a very strong feature in his work, and one of the ground-breaking elements in Adam and Yveshis first full length feature that he eventually made in Paris in 1974, was the fact that he included an orgy scene that only included black men.
His work was often played at private parties and as word spread through the homosexual demi-monde it attracted some very famous fans such as Warholwho wanted to a make a film with him, and William S Burroughs who sent him an idea for another film. We learn all about this and about de Rome’s life in general in a new documentary filmed now just before he almost reached his 90th birthday. Despite the fact that his porn had made hm quite the celebrity in the US, and getting him a small Retrospective in Amsterdam in the 1970’s, they were never ever shown back in the UK at all. That is until 2012 when the BFI showed a selection of them at the London Gay & Lesbian Film Festivaland had them added to their National Archive.
His work represents an essential part of gay history on so many levels. Not just because of the whole spectrum of people that it brought de Rome into contact with …..Sir John Gielgud was a big fan who wanted him to film a story he had written …. but because it represented a time of innocence, when even though the Law placed restrictions on homosexual liberty it was still somehow much freer with people fully exploring their sexuality for the first time. The advent of the AIDS pandemic stopped all that and De Rome packed his camera away for ever thinking it inappropriate to keep filming sex which seemed to be the very thing that was now killing a whole swathe of our community
It’s a fascinating story although documentarian Ethan Reid lets this profile ramble on unnecessarily at times and whilst the elderly and totally charming De Rome can be forgiven for often repeating himself, Reid does us all a disservice for his rather clumsy editing. Despite this the disarming and charming De Rome (who would have preferred the title Grand Daddy of Porn) and the very explicit clips of his movie make this rather inadequate documentary so worth sitting through as he and they are gems. They will also intrigue enough to want to see more , and you can do that now as several are on a collected DVD of his work.
This rather touching and gentle gay drama which is a very impressive debut from newbie filmmaker Sudanashu Saria, takes on an even greater than usual resonance by the mere fact that it is set in India where homosexuality is still illegal. However in fact the movie, evidently shot very much on the down-low, showcases how these gay men in contemporary Indian society seem totally at ease with their sexuality and the story that unfolds focuses intently on their own relationships with each other.
It all starts with Sahil a young music producer attempting to pack his rucksack for his upcoming weekend trip away but he is struggling in the dark as Alex his boyfriend has neglected to pay the electricity bill for their tiny apartment. He had also left the gas stove on which is another reason for the couple to bicker, but by the tone of their argument it appears that they really don’t need much of an excuse to start quarreling. By the time Alex later drops him at the airport they are barely talking and Sahil refuses to give him a farewell kiss.
He is at the airport to meet his old friend Jai who is now a hot shot on Wall Street in NY and who has flown back to Mumbai for just 48 hours to close a big deal that he has been working on for some time. Before he has to attend that meeting, Sahil whisks his friend off to the lush Indian countryside for some fresh air and exercise and so that they can catch up with each other. Whilst Jai questions Sahil about the state of his volatile relationship with Alex, he oddly never even mentions his own home life in the US. They both however enjoy a closeness with each other which seems to hint that they may have had another type of relationship in the past, but as everything is unspoken and hinted at, we are never really quite sure.
It is hard to tear the workaholic Jai away from his laptop and cellphone which causes some friction, but none quite as much as when one night he actually crawls into bed with Sahil. His advances are rejected, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and the rest of their very short trip in the mountains sees a lot of longing looks from Jai at Sahil ,and although Sahil allows him to steal a kiss, nothing else happens.
Back in Mumbai ensconced in their rather luxurious hotel suite before the meeting starts, matters take an unexpected turn when Jai forces his hand. Shocking as it is, Sahil stays for dinner at which they are joined by Alex accompanied by some young boy who had been keeping him company for the weekend. The atmosphere during the meal is strained to say the least and it is obvious that Sahil’s feelings for his boyfriend have sunk to an all time low. Even so, it is nigh on impossible to even guess how the remainder of Jai’s stay is going to work out for any one them and what will actually happen before this night is over.
Loev may have a totally different tenor than a European queer movie but it still strikes a chord with its measured tone and its heartfelt sentiment. It blends the needs and desires of a gay culture that may be less active publicly than most but it is one which still goes through all the usual dilemmas and highs and lows in its search for happiness and establishing relationships. Saria leaves out several parts of the puzzle of this story to ensure that not everything fits neatly into place, and so that we can draw our own conclusions along the way. An added dimension to is that Loev also serves as his own public coming out too.
Despite the nature of the subject of his movie, Saria had no trouble finding local actors willing to taking on these roles. It was as one Casting Agent told him, a rare chance for an Indian movie actor to do more than just dance as that is all Bollywood usually demands of them. He chose well too as both Shiv Pandit playing Jai and Dhruv Ganesh as Sahil put in extremely convincing performances that made the movie work so well.
Loev is a remarkable and delightful first queer Indian cinematic foray and Saria has set an impressive high bar for other filmmakers in his community to aim for.
Highly recommended.
P.S. One sad note young Dhruv Ganesh died of TB soon after Loev was completed, the movie is dedicated to his memory.