To assume that our outlet is the only place anticipating a new Denis Villeneuve film would be a bald-faced lie. If one thing is for sure, Denis has been proving himself time and time again. He can handle the small and intimate incredibly well, but even on larger scale films like Arrival, Blade Runner 2049, he also makes absolute masterpieces. So, when it was announced he would be tackling Frank Herbert’s Dune, some people were unsure, but not us, not me.

I’m tired. I’m tired of lesbian films taking place in the past, tired of not being able to enjoy a film because I know the terrible ending where someone dies or goes back to her husband is coming closer and closer. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy them from time to time, after all my favourite film of last year, Portrait of a Lady on Fire is a period drama. I’m just tired of that setting being the only way for me to find lesbian representation in films. Why can’t I have a Love, Simon? Why is it that lesbian love stories are always about pain and suffering? I’m tired honestly.