Wildness

First of all, I would like to say...that I read this film in a completely different way than to the rest of the audience...

Gender-fluid Tsang states - in a calm, soothing and therapeutic voice - that he/she is incomplete because his/her father did not teach him/her to speak Chinese as a child...he/she is unable to communicate with a part/half of him/herself. Poor darling. I, too, am unable to communicate with part of myself...because my parents did not teach me Gaelic! Growing up in London...some piece of my inner-puzzle was missing, my inner Gaelic voice! I blame my parents.

This is a film about the voraciously vocal 'queer' sub/counter-culture...those affected doyennes who want to obliterate the LGBT community with their self-branding form of abuse, anger and arrogance.

Tsang has, inadvertently, made a film about the damage that these 'queers' can do. Here, Tsang (& Co.), a trumped-up, trust-funded troupe of twats...who trespass, kidnap and hold to ransom a small (and essential) latino/a community of trans*people.

Engorged with self-importance, Wildness is a badly-made film with more starts and stops than a traffic jam - just when you think its over...up pops another scene of abhorrent self-worth.

Few films incite such anger...this one will infuriate...unless you are one of those queer kids who thinks the world revolves around you and no-one else.

Trailer...

WILDNESS TRAILER - SXSW 2012 from WILDNESS MOVIE on Vimeo.