![]() ![]() You need a movie of this caliber for that sort of effect. Bad transphobic movies make me mad, but they could never lodge themselves inside me like a death’s-head moth. The reason why it was so uniquely damaging to me is because it’s so good. The most well-meaning among them will cringe as they admit their fandom to me. The Silence of the Lambs means a lot to a lot of cis women. So cis people, please, temper your reaction when I share this next piece of information.Įvery time I looked in the mirror for the first year of my transition I thought about Buffalo Bill. Truly my least favorite thing about being trans is when I share something that makes cis people’s faces drop in pity. Cis men who had used the Snapchat filter to look more like cis women than I ever will. I began scrolling through dozens of photos of societally approved beautiful women. ![]() I did a simple Twitter search of “Goodbye Horses” to see if and why people might still be talking about this thirty-year-old tune. Maybe they’re not even thinking about Buffalo Bill. I started wondering if I was overreacting. (Yes, I still swiped right on two of them, sue me they were cute.) And no one on Twitter or Instagram or in the Autostraddle Slack had noticed this at all. The two people I’d matched with never replied to my official inquiry. My initial wave of research was met with no response. The only other songs I’ve seen with that frequency are “Make Me Feel” and “Pussy is God,” more expected choices for queer woman Tinder than a serial killer’s getting ready track. Since joining Tinder back in January I’ve seen multiple accounts each week with this song as their anthem. Why do so many people have Q Lazzarus’ “Goodbye Horses” as their Tinder anthem? You know this song, right? It’s that very 80s one hit wonder best known as the song Buffalo Bill dances to in The Silence of the Lambs. Last month was also when I decided to launch an official investigation into my biggest question since entering the realm of trans singlehood. And it probably led a few closeted trans people to make some life-changing discoveries. The cheapest FFS around, this filter allowed people to see what they would look like “as a woman” or “as a man.” It was the exact amount of gender play cis people feel comfortable with. Last month a new Snapchat filter captured the attention of the cis internet. The Autostraddle Encyclopedia of Lesbian Cinema.LGBTQ Television Guide: What To Watch Now.Jordan’s sendup of Foster/Clarice is pretty good, going about as far as it can: frightened eyes, sour mouth and a loopy light-footed style when she hops into brief dance steps. The book is by “ ” writer Hunter Bell, and this story’s drab, brown-suited Clarice slurs her s’s way worse than Jodie Foster does, leading to a number called “Thish Ish It” and to a brief stab at “She sells seashells” that seems to foam up on actress Laura Jordan’s tongue. ![]() (Story’s disturbed Buffalo Bill gets a flashy exception to that, opening his robe for giggles and gasps.) The jokes seldom develop, making a lot of big finishes really dull. Jon and Al Kaplan’s songs go plink-plink-plink, simple boilerplate for lyrics that are raunchy and rude without being frisky or daring. There isn’t enough ingenuity in this 90-minute knockoff to keep you laughing, though. The musical in-jokes include Bob Fosse-style dancers popping up behind FBI agent Clarice Starling when she gets a break and begins to feel like a star, and Jessica Beth Redish somehow manages to cram the twitchy, swishy choreography onto the tight runway stage. It’s ably directed by Alan Paul - he’s been sinking his teeth into meatier musicals such as the recent “ Man of La Mancha” and next spring’s “Kiss Me, Kate” at the Shakespeare Theatre Company - with a peppy four-piece band pounding out melodies next to the stage. ![]() Studio being Studio, “Silence!” is sharply staged despite this off-Broadway hit’s oddly bland gags. That sophomoric summer slot was never exactly a “must” on the theater calendar. “Silence!” is the final production of Studio’s 2ndStage, long billed as a project for emerging artists but often feeling more polished than that, even during its campy musicals each July (“ Carrie: The Musical,” “ Reefer Madness,” etc.). That’s pretty much the joke in this undercooked musical parody, so enjoy the drinks upstairs at Studio Theatre’s cabaret-configured Stage 4. Equally unprintable is the name of the crude ballad crooned by Buffalo Bill, the psycho killer from the Oscar-winning movie “ Silence of the Lambs.” The song’s lyrical, creepy f-bombs are delivered with dark flair by Tom Story. The title of Hannibal Lecter’s smutty opening song in “Silence! The Musical” is too dirty even to hint at, yet as Hannibal the Cannibal, Tally Sessions sings this sicko “I Want” song ridiculously well. ![]()
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