Coming out of the same studio that gave us RuPaul's Drag Race, and stacked with a whole crew of former contestants, Stop! That! Train! plays like RuPaul basically taking a bow for the entire franchise she's built. It's not really a gay film in the traditional sense, but with so many drag stars from Ru's shows popping up alongside a few cameos from well known out gay actors, I figured it earns a spot on this blog anyway. The whole thing is completely over the top, packed with GenZ slang, loud flashy visuals, and humor that's constantly winking at you knowing how ridiculous it is. Going in you'd assume it's meant to be a laugh riot, and a lot of critics online seem to be eating it up, but I just couldn't get into it at all. I've never really been someone who vibes with campy silly stuff like this, so honestly my reaction doesn't surprise me one bit. The setup follows Tess and DeeDee, two low level stewardesses who sneak onto the fancy Glamazonian E...
Before 1966, these gay magazines were all about musclemen in jockstraps posing like Greek Gods. But then, everything flipped. In this "golden window" from 1966 to 1973, the pages started featuring young guys between 18 and 22 who had boyish faces and totally normal bodies. They weren't gym rats; they were just ordinary kids, often drifters or runaways, who modeled for unknown photographers for just a few bucks. They’d show up in a magazine for a minute and then just disappear. After 1973, the "hardcore revolution" happened, and these softcore magazines became old news almost overnight. Just like that, the whole era was gone.
The movie mixes together old photos, actual magazine pages, and some re-enactments to try and catch the vibe of that time. The director acts as the narrator and guide, and since he was a big part of queer filmmaking in the 70s, he brings an insider’s perspective that a history book just couldn't capture. He talks about how the old studio photography died out as mass-produced, cheaper work took over. He’s also really open about his own taste for what he calls "wayward kids"—scrawny and scruffy types—before he was eventually moved aside by other photographers, who sold the "California Golden Boy" look with blond hair and big smiles. The film also digs into how this industry lived in a legal gray area back when being gay was still a crime in most of the U.S. These magazines weren't just for titillation; they were proof to gay men that they weren't alone and that they could be beautiful. On the downside, a lot of the footage and photos are fuzzy and low-quality because they've degraded so much, and the narration sometimes leans on clichés instead of really digging deep into the history. I honestly found this whole thing fascinating because I didn't know anything about this subject before. It does a great job of saving these faces, names, and stories that mainstream history has mostly just erased.
It's a really cool look at a lost era of queer media that acts as an important historical record, even if the production quality is a bit rough around the edges. (5.5/10)
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