Claire of the Moon (1992)

User Rating:

4.5/10   

Director:

Nicole Conn

Writer:

Nicole Conn (writer)

Release Date:

21 October 1993 (Australia)

Genre:

Drama | Romance

Tagline:

One woman's journey into her sexual identity.

Plot:

Female authors gather at a small northern coastal retreat to work on their writing skills. A first-time...

Plot Keywords:

Writing | Lesbian | Pseudointellectual | Masturbation Scene | Lesbianism

Cast

Trisha Todd	...	Claire Jabrowski
Karen Trumbo	...	Dr. Noel Benedict
Faith McDevitt	...	Maggie
Craig Damen	...	Brian (as Damon Craig)
Leslie Hidula	...	Erika
Caren Graham	...	Tara
Sheila Dickenson	...	B.J. (as Sheila Dickinson)
Patricia Blem	...	Arrow
Melissa Mitchell	...	Adriennce
Gathering Marbet	...	Amy
Sherilyn Lawson	...	Lynn
rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Misti Cooper	...	Noel's Fantasy Woman
Doug Rouhier	...	Mr. 501

Runtime:

107 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Australia:M | USA:Unrated

Filming Locations:

Coast, Oregon, USA

Company:

Demi-Monde Productions

Movie Connections:

Referenced in It's in the Water (1997)

In a word: yuck

I hate this rule the lesbian community makes up, where if a film featuring lesbians is made and none of the aforementioned lesbians wind up killing themselves or going straight (as if that were possible) before the end credits roll, all of us are supposed to hail it as some masterpiece of filmmaking. Particularly in the case of this train wreck of a borefest, I refuse to join the crowd on this one.

The characters (particularly the woman who owned the lodge, the Southern-belle romance writer, and the nice-little-mom-of-two-in-her-jumper-outfits-writing-her-first-book) were offensive stereotypes, caricatures of what they could have been. It's possible for a straight woman to find the idea of lesbianism repellent without portraying her as some strange replica of Tammy Faye Bakker. And -- surprise! -- it's also possible to portray a lesbian lodge owner as something other than a hard-ridden, raspy-voiced, rough-n-ready bulldagger.

The plot dragged. AND dragged. AND dragged. If I learned a single thing from watching this movie, it's that I have an incredible reservoir of restraint -- I didn't stalk out of the theater in disgust. But then I'd paid $7 to get in, and that was in 1992 at an artsy-fartsy house. LOL

My take? Not a classic. Not even a contender.