25 RETROSPECTIVE YEARS OF FAGGOTRY WITH BRUCE LABRUCE
Maybe it is particularly difficult to find financing for queer feminist films with a little porn action thrown in. Unless you’re Bruce LaBruce, babe. A shit-hot force to be reckoned with in queer cinema, photography and way, way beyond.
In 25 years he’s started, edited and written queer punk magazines so underground you’ll never hear of them (Google “J.D.s” and “Don’t Be Gay manifesto” now). He’s been president of the Queer Palm at Cannes Film Festival. Written and directed over nine feature films and three theatrical works, including one project at X Homes in Johannesburg. Made countless short films. Had work banned in Australia. Had Catholic picketers throw an explosive device through the front window of his show in Madrid (they weren’t thrilled about themes of religious and sexual ecstasy). And his films are now in the permanent film collection at MoMA.