Going to a club and handing a cute lesbian a flyer that says, "Come to our fundraising event!" feels so basic compared with treating your movie like a person, giving it a Twitter handle, and then wondering, "What would my movie tweet today? What does it have to say?"
Under no circumstances will I call Blue Is the Warmest Color a "lesbian" film. Does that matter? I think so, particularly since the film has generated stories of on-set sadism that smack of over a century of movies made by men well-schooled in the cruel manipulation of women.
For a film so strongly about the way that lesbians have sex, a movie produced only by straight people will have a harder time representing that. It would be like making a movie about France if you've never stepped foot in the country. Queer artists are too often shut out of their own stories.
Nearly 20 years after her groundbreaking queer film Go Fish first galvanized audiences at the Sundance Film Festival, Rose Troche has produced the powerfully erotic Concussion, the debut feature of Stacie Passon, who both wrote and directed it.