As archivists sifted through the documents, which from the surface weren’t very exciting — mostly business and financial records, meeting minutes and other run-of-the-mill papers — Calise stumbled upon a gold mine of Nashville’s queer history.
Queer shows have struggled to survive on television this year, and shows with lesbian or sapphic main characters are canceled at a disproportionate rate.
Merely existing is insufficient. Resurrections argues that complacency and watching events unfold without acting is spiritually fatal. We lock away our desires and trauma ostensibly to free ourselves, but inevitably trapping ourselves in another prison. In the movie’s words: “Are memories turned into fiction any less real?”