Five minutes into this movie about women at a writer's retreat had me reaching for the remote...., but I'm sticking it out and it isn't getting any better. Each character is just posing, as three-dimensional as a life-size cardboard Alice B. Toklas. The pretty one smokes clove cigarettes (or something in a box) and seduces men simply to use their bodies. Each woman is an idiot. I'm watching as they mug their disapproval when they're not given ponderous dialogue to regurgitate (like this line I just wrote). After 45 minutes of this, I'm starting to think that lesbianism is unnatural, the way these characters discuss how "it happened." The acting is mostly bad, the sound makes some of the voices sound like shrill noises, the cinematography is flat, and the writing is really, really sucky.
Review of Claire of the Moon
Claire of the Moon
(1992)
two women discover each other and show us that lesbians are boring
24 January 1999