National Anthem review dreamy study of queer rodeo riders making hay while the sun shines
Briefly

"The whole middle act offers up a kind of queer Eden, all sequins and cowboy boots, where everyone microdoses on mushrooms and coalesces into a polymorphous puppy pile of pleasure."
"It's around that point that it all starts to seem a little too good to be true, and you have to wonder at the group's ability to avoid homophobia and transphobia…"
Read at www.theguardian.com
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