I don’t think I could have written this piece on Alan J. Pakula’s Klute without acknowledging the trans critics who helped shove the film into a measure of prominence in 2019, and that’s because the reads made by those critics gave me so much food for thought that they ultimately informed my own read. My point is this: Find good critics, and good critics whose life experience doesn’t resemble your own, and hold onto them for dear life. Their insights will change your life.
Anyways. Klute is a banger, an all-timer, and I can’t recommend it enough. It recently turned 50 years old*. Coincidentally, I also gave a go at considering the film’s meaning in 2021 for Paste Magazine. Imagine that.
*On the same day, in fact, that I turned 37. High five, Klute!