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The Enduring Appeal of BoundI'm not necessarily inclined towards what might typically be dubbed "feelgood." No, you won't find me seduced by a happy ending, nor am I partial to the oeuvre of Disney (in fact, I find all the talking animals and poreless princesses a bit grotesque). The raw edges and friction of feelbad have tended to be much better suited to my tastes: the porno chic slasher Knife+Heart, the sartorial murder of In Fabric and the snuff film-obsessed Thesis. Sex and gore, basically. For a long time, my favourite film was Crimes of the Future: a stomach-churning body horror about sexual-surgical experiments.A Queer MasterpieceHowever, there is one movie that reveals a slightly soft(er)core side to my viewing habits, which I frequently return to in order to feel the gushy feelings and butterflies of a school crush. That film is Bound. The 1996 directorial debut from the Wachowski sisters, the plot revolves around an opposites-attract scenario which is both familiar and high stakes: plumber Corky, and mafia moll Violet. When their eyes meet across an elevator, the tiny vestibule becomes thick with sexual tension: it is so on.Most of what makes this film work is the palpable chemistry between Corky, whose slick masculinity is embodied by Gina Gershon, and Violet, played with ultimate sex pot prowess by Jennifer Tilly. The whole thing is shot in the conventions of the sapphic gaze: we get plenty of closeups of Corky's hands wrestling with pipes, snaking holes and unscrewing things in languorous, laborious detail.Say what you will about how openly queer actors should play openly queer roles, but this film – starring two ostensibly cis, straight female leads – is a masterclass in lesbian eroticism. The two main actors so seamlessly embody a masc/femme dynamic, without the try-hard didacticism of many later cinematic attempts, to create a relationship that feels oddly real (except much, much hotter).Character Analysis and ChemistryHaving just starred as the vamp Cristal Connors in the trash-cult, 1995 Vegas romp Showgirls, it's uncanny to see Gershon undergo such a dramatic gender transformation to play a butch pin-up just one year later. It's not a stretch to say that Corky has the kind of sly smirk and shaggy hair that no doubt served as the blueprint to The L Word's Shane.And then, well, there's Jennifer Tilly. A porcelain doll: her sex appeal is painted on the surface of her pout and her whole-bosom sighs but, underneath, she has a strong and stony demeanour. A complex female protagonist who smolders and manipulates to get what she wants from men, and a femme imprisoned by her own beauty, Tilly delivers probably the most astute performance exploring the double life of a straight-passing lesbian which I have ever seen.The Plot and Its ThemesAnyway, back to the plot. What comes after our protagonists' initial meeting is oh-so relatable: Corky, having just got out of prison, is particularly vulnerable to Violet's high-femme charms. In a turn that can only be explained by unbridled lust, Corky agrees to help her in a mad caper to steal $2m from the mob and pin it on her boyfriend. I, too, fear that I would do whatever Violet asked me to.But, to be honest, the crime plot is pretty inconsequential to me. What do I care if they pull it off or not? If you're interested, however, there are some tired – almost femmephobic – overnotes, where Corky begins to doubt if Violet is really the lesbian she says she is, or if she will ditch her for a man the first chance she gets. But despite it all, they get their own happy ending.Interestingly, the plot draws an equivalence between the prison time served by Corky and Violet's very own sentence: the years she spends as a clandestine lesbian in straight relationships with men, for her own financial survival. At the end of the film, evading prison and with a stack of cash, they are both free: Corky of the criminal justice system, and Violet from the confines of cis-heterosexual society.Legacy and Cultural ImpactWhile this film came out about 30 years ago – in my birth year – it remains the most convincing depiction of dyke sexual dynamics I have ever seen on screen. While they weren't out at the time, the Wachowski sisters (both trans lesbians) were cinematically brave: depicting the cheek, mischief and pleasure of sapphic relationships with Bound. I'm of a different generation to the directors, and I supposedly have access to a whole plethora of queer representation, but if it wasn't for this film made by two trans women in the 90s, I wouldn't have cinematic proof of my own sexuality.Bound is available on Kanopy or to rent digitally in the US and to rent digitally in the UK and Australia

The Captain’s Final Curtain CallManchester City’s 2-1 victory over Arsenal was not just a crucial three points in the title race; it was a masterclass in leadership from a player announcing his imminent departure. Captain Bernardo Silva, who confirmed he will leave the club at the end of the season, delivered a performance that encapsulated his nine-year tenure. While Erling Haaland grabbed the headlines with the winner, it was Silva’s all-action display that highlighted the specific void Guardiola’s side is about to face. The Portuguese maestro ran himself into the ground, proving that his value extends far beyond mere possession retention.A Cannavaro Comparison in the Modern GameSilva’s performance drew a rare comparison to Fabio Cannavaro, the World Cup-winning defender known for his bravery and timing over physical stature. In a crucial late header against Viktor Gyökeres, Silva displayed the same defensive acumen as the Italian legend, beating the 6ft 2in striker to a dangerous cross. Earlier in the match, he matched Kai Havertz stride for stride in a one-on-one situation, snuffing out a long ball over the top. These moments underscore a tactical reality: Silva is the glue that holds City’s high defensive line together, often covering for the lack of aerial dominance in midfield.Quantifying the Engine: Silva’s Season in NumbersSilva’s influence was not just visible to the naked eye but was quantified by the data. He covered 12.3km against Arsenal, the most distance run by any player in the match. This is entirely consistent with his season-long output, where he has covered 327km in the Premier League—40km more than the next-highest City player. His work in possession was equally telling; alongside Rodri, the Silva-Rodri connection was the joint-most common passing sequence in the match (17). This synergy allowed City to dictate the tempo, with their final-third entries rising from 11 in the first half to 33 in the second, and touches in the Arsenal box climbing from 15 to 25.The Tactical Void Guardiola Must FillPep Guardiola’s emotional reaction—warning that discussing Silva would make him cry—speaks volumes about the Portuguese’s unique role. Guardiola noted that without Silva, his nine years would be “so, so different.” Silva is the rare player who can operate as a number eight, a number ten, and a defensive anchor. His departure forces a fundamental restructuring of the squad's identity. City will lose a player who can switch off the press, retain the ball under pressure, and drive the team forward with relentless energy.The Future Without BernardoAs City prepares for life post-Silva, the challenge for Guardiola is finding a replacement who offers the same versatility and grit. The upcoming summer transfer window will be critical. The club must identify a player who can replicate Silva’s work rate and tactical intelligence, or risk a significant drop in their ability to control matches. Silva’s performance against Arsenal was a reminder that the team’s success has been built on collective effort, and his absence will be felt deeply in the transition phase that lies ahead.

Lonely lives, falling between the gaps, are at the heart of this 1935 psychological thriller by Rodney Ackland, adapted from Hugh Walpole's novel. It's an atmospheric period piece, but isn't entirely a stretch to reflect on our own concerns about solitude in an ageing population.The three ladies in an English cathedral town are without partners, families or much of an income. They eke out their genteel poverty in a rickety boarding house. They weren't raised to work; Miss Beringer, in desperate need of a job, can only imagine becoming a paid companion or, possibly, flower arranging.In Brigid Larmour's finely etched production, irritable passions ferment beneath the frowsty knits and beads. The characters are prey to spite and greed, nerves and night terrors. Voices are tremulous; eyes glance at a fearful future.Beringer is the new lodger: Catherine Cusack, whittled by anxiety, timidly nibbles on a scallop-edged biscuit. She is welcomed by Julia Watson's Mrs Amorest, flustered but keeping up appearances. Down to her last £10, she writes into the void to a long-absent son.The third lady is Agatha. Fruitily overblown in the novel, that's how Edith Evans played her in 1935. Abigail Thaw makes her disconcertingly eccentric: forbidding in jet black, she mocks and snaps at quivering Miss Beringer. She covets Beringer's one cherished possession – a translucent chunk of amber from a beloved female friend.It's a play of cross-hatched conversations and melodramatic plotting. Larmour's design team help turn the screw: the dank-toned house and clothes in tones of moth and cobweb, a bitter wind blowing.Ackland's plays about rackety lives are increasingly revived. He, Walpole and John Gielgud, the play's original director, were all queer artists, and it's tempting to imagine them drawn to these lives on the margins of British society. Though these ladies don't so much rage against the dying of the light as wait, fearfully, to be snuffed out.