You’ll forgive me if my reaction to Dee Rees’ film Pariah is more emotional than critical. Ya see, it really hits me close. No, not because I’m an African-American or a lesbianor had parents who would not accept me, but because my coming of age coincided with the boom years of the American independent film scene of the early 1990s. Pariah is, at least to me, greatly reminiscent of that era and its films.

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