William S. Burroughs’ unfinished novella, Queer, tells the story of an alcoholic, junkie American writer named William Lee, who, while escaping legal issues in the States, finds himself among other expats in Mexico City circa 1950. He spends his time at a local watering hole or cruising for men in the streets. There he meets... Continue Reading →
Daddy Bond, we've been expecting you. And I'm not just thinking about the way that bespoke slim-fit Tom Ford tux clings to those biceps and quads, or the way that wet white shirt shows off his pecs towards the film's epic climax, that salt and pepper hair, those characterfully creased chiseled features, or Bond sitting... Continue Reading →
I love a good whodunnit. Give me an unreliable narrator, misdirects, a slew of suspects, and a shocking reveal, and I’ll wanna know about it. Even if I don’t see a particular film or read the book, I’ll still Google it, because I just need to know if it elevates the genre or not. We... Continue Reading →
