And when focusing on more recent offerings, there’s a general malaise over the prominence of a certain white, outmoded genre. Over the past few years especially, mainstream critical conversations around lesbian themes paint a generalized, dreary canon devoid of competent, queer-eyed directors within reach of even a lesbian pulp adaptation-up until a certain blonde in a fur coat circa 2015. For psychically toxic reasons, the history of queer women’s cinema is periodically undercut.
