My weekend has been full of delicious art.

On Friday I went to the opening night of Stray Cat Theater’s production of Larry Kramer’s “The Normal Heart.” The play dovetailed a lot of things I’ve been thinking about and working on for the past several months; it documents Kramer’s experience (barely fictionalized) in founding the Gay Men’s Health Crisis community action group in New York City back when there were only 30 known cases of AIDS.

It’s a powerful piece and an important reminder for all of us to be angry. Things didn’t need to be this way. And despite Kramer’s hubris and minor scripting missteps, the play succeeds. What most impressed me that the mostly-hetero cast completely snowed me into believing they were queer. This was disappointing because I had, to some extent, looked forward to seeing some straight man-on-man kissing (that’s totally hot). Instead, I got something richer.

Almodóvar’s new film finally opened in Phoenix. Bad Education is precisely the revelation it needed to be. If All About My Mother was a twisted homage to both All About Eve and A Streetcar Named Desire, Bad Education is an homage that transcends its source texts.

There is no way to adequately discuss this film without spoiling the experience of seeing it. Gael García Bernal is phenomenal. The narrative uncoils like a long, slender thread. And the filming is, as always, beautiful.

Tonight, I’ll be watching the newly-released director’s cut of Donnie Darko. I’m sure this film will appear one week in my dossier of favorite films.