Acknowledging Tragedy While Finding Love and Joy in AIDS Films
I gravitate towards AIDS stories because, behind their righteous anger and torturous despair, they lay out visions of couples and communities.
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The Normal Heart. Angels in America. How to Survive a Plague. RENT. Tidy Endings. And the Band Played On. In the Gloaming. Common Threads: Stories from the Quilt.
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Manuel Betancourt is a film critic and a cultural reporter based in New York City. His academic work on queer film fandom has appeared in Genre and GLQ, while his work of cultural criticism has been featured in The Atlantic, Film Quarterly, Esquire, Pacific Standard, and the Los Angeles Review of Books, among others. He is a regular contributor to Remezcla where he covers Latin American cinema and U.S. Latino media culture, and Electric Literature, where he writes about book-to-film adaptations. He has a Ph.D. but doesn't like to brag about it.
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