This might be one of the most frustrating movies I've seen in a while. On one hand, the real life story that inspired it is a brutal yet thoroughly important tragedy that is still worth remembering to remind us of how much prejudice and hatred can destroy the innocent, and one can tell when watching this how much the subject matter meant to director Kimberly Peirce. On the other hand, the factor of this feature more or less being a sob story for the death of a trans man comes off as too problematic for its own good even if you don't know about the real life murder of Brandon Teena.
I won't go too much further in my thoughts as most of them boil down to the story being too overly dramatic for its own good and the cast, while mostly solid, feel like they're playing archetypes rather than fully realized characters (save of course for Hilary Swank as Brandon to an extent). I can't speak too much for this film as a cis man but it left me feeling empty for the wrong reasons. I wish I could have known more about Brandon rather than as a mere tragic victim of transphobia and ignorance, although I'm sure The Brandon Teena Story does a better job covering it. I'm not usually one to complain about biopics going against the facts as they're meant more as dramatizations of real life subjects more than concrete recounts, but this film comes off more brutal and harrowing for the sake of it.
I'm sure this film meant a whole lot more back in the day, but its subject matter has aged like milk and that's not even getting into the constant sequences that feel more like excuses for sexual activity rather than believable character development. I would only consider watching this if you're curious at best, and that's being generous. In a day and age where we're getting more uplifting coming of age tales from the trans experience, this film feels hopelessly dated and more troublesome than the filmmakers may have intended. 25 years since its release and it's hard to find much value in this flick in today's eyes.
I won't go too much further in my thoughts as most of them boil down to the story being too overly dramatic for its own good and the cast, while mostly solid, feel like they're playing archetypes rather than fully realized characters (save of course for Hilary Swank as Brandon to an extent). I can't speak too much for this film as a cis man but it left me feeling empty for the wrong reasons. I wish I could have known more about Brandon rather than as a mere tragic victim of transphobia and ignorance, although I'm sure The Brandon Teena Story does a better job covering it. I'm not usually one to complain about biopics going against the facts as they're meant more as dramatizations of real life subjects more than concrete recounts, but this film comes off more brutal and harrowing for the sake of it.
I'm sure this film meant a whole lot more back in the day, but its subject matter has aged like milk and that's not even getting into the constant sequences that feel more like excuses for sexual activity rather than believable character development. I would only consider watching this if you're curious at best, and that's being generous. In a day and age where we're getting more uplifting coming of age tales from the trans experience, this film feels hopelessly dated and more troublesome than the filmmakers may have intended. 25 years since its release and it's hard to find much value in this flick in today's eyes.
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