For years, I had to find myself in the upper-middle class perspectives and reflections of white, thin female bodies struggling to find love in the most white-washed representations of NYC or other re-donk-ulously diverse urban backdrops. But by the end of each film, no matter how innovative in form or storytelling or camera angles or whatever other thing that’s supposed to make a film merit worthy, I always left them feeling feeling a strong sense of incompleteness; like that was cool and all, but when’s it gonna be my turn?
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