What a film. Born in Flames feels like pirate radio, punk fury, lesbian separatism, and feminist revolt all crashing into each other and somehow making perfect sense.
It’s rough, angry, funny, and properly incendiary. The whole thing plays like a warning shot to patriarchy, liberal complacency, and anyone who thought queer women would just wait their turn.
It doesn’t age so much as keep finding new things to set fire to.