My girlfriend clocked it within the first 90 seconds or so. I thought it might redeem itself and it just kept digging itself deeper. It's on tankietube if you have a minute and a half to spare, so long as you're ready to disengage as soon as the vibes are off.

Watching it felt like entering a "queer space" where there's one other transfem in the room and her eyes are full of an ineffable despair. I couldn't tell if it's meant to be crypto-TERF garbage or just the ambient queer transmisogyny that keeps happening in spaces when you don't center transfems. That same sense of danger.

I stopped giving media the benefit of the doubt after that. It's not worth it, especially not when someone else is getting hurt because I'm being hard-headed.

To turn this in a more - productive? - direction, if this film is an example of how not to tell a lesbian story (why are men the centerpiece of a movie about lesbians somehow? Why the tokenizing of trans women? Why the gender essentialism?), what would a good lesbian space princess movie look like? There's a story that's worth telling, and I'm glad somebody tried to tell it, but we can do better.