Kokomo City

I just saw this one at Madrid LesGayCine Festival. What a great surprise. This is a beautifully shot documentary that goes from light to deep so seamlesly that you would believe it's only ten minutes long.

Us white cis males (gay or not) have a lot to learn here. The documentary is filled by insightful comentary straight away from the sex workers themselves about sistemic racism, transphobia, class, money, women, men, past, future, happiness and the dangers of just being yourself. Knives fly in all directions and that's the funny part. We all can take our share. We are all safe in our movie seats while them are just up there in the barricades.

Though not the most balanced, this is still a fascinating, well paced, documentary that follows the lives for four black trans-sexual women who make their living in the sex industry. Each of them has a story to tell illustrating what initially drove them to this lifestyle, what keeps them earning their money this way - and, ultimately, what they might care to do were they given a decent kick at the ball and an opportunity to escape their cyclical - and often dangerous - existence. The narrative is left to the women, and though they reach the centre of the wheel using different spokes, their conclusions about sexuality amongst the black communities is consistently and often wittily poignant. The roles that society might attribute to the archetypal alpha male being turned on it's head when curtains are drawn and typical bedroom roles enhanced and/or reversed. At times their deliveries can verge on the rant and one, specifically, needed editing but for the most part this is quite an eye-opening introspective from people who don't weep into their coffee cups, but who extol their own virtues clearly, succinctly, very earthily and ultimately I found engagingly. There are a few contributions from others but they seem there just to allow the audience to take a breather from the intensity of the four who have plenty to say - and agree with them or otherwise, it's well worth listening to.

The film allows a view into the city of KoKomo.

You are taken in a journey of hardships and triumphs. The cast is humanized and beautiful as they tell their real life stories, you can't help but laugh and cry and cheer for the cast in this movie.

You will get real life testimonials from women who walk a life that not many can relate to in this world we live in, it is educating and provocative. It begs to be seen and heard. A Sundance film festival winner along with the Berlin film festival both winning in the audience approval categories.

This is an absolute must see!!!!

Find a theater or a streaming platform and watch this movie!

Such a powerful documentary at the intersection of race, sexuality, social class and, obviously, gender identity. The pace is not slow and the interviews offer a great balance of anecdotes, humor, introspection, and philosophical/social observations.

The level of comfort and trust from the main actresses allows them to share intimate and original insights about their odyssey. It is not enough known that black transwomen in the USA face an alarmingly high mortality, including hate crimes related to sex work. However, and that's the strength of this film, Kokomo City does not portray its actresses as victims but as magnificent and inspirational hustlers who deserve our admiration, our respect, and above all our help to achieve their goals.

I hope some of the main women from Kokomo City will write their memoirs. This documentary pairs well with two books: Redefining Realness, by Janet Mock, and Bad Girls (or Las Malas), by Camila Sosa Villada.

The movie purports to profile some trans sex workers and their trials and tribulations. What it succeeds to do is put the watcher to sleep.

The told stories are clearly manufactured in that they make no sense whatsoever. One of the girls gives her name (first and last) and then says she doesn't want to give her middle name! Ooooo! That's a BIG secret. NOT.

It's ridiculous and you have to sit through this poor excuse for a documentary for an hour and twelve minutes.

The third girl says she worked at a "very famous" restaurant before she got into sex work. I never heard of the place.

Each conversation -- which is rendered annoying by the director finding it necessary to re-enact scenes with really bad actors.

It doesn't take long to figure out the problems these girls have are in their heads and the chips are totally on their own shoulders.