Tom Joudrey thinks so: “Gone unnoticed amidst this flurry of jubilation [for the likes of Call Me By Your Name and Love, Simon] has been, against my post-Brokeback hopes a dozen years ago, … a sort of amnesia that makes queerness blithely complicit in its own extinction. I realize this argument might be hard to follow, particularly amidst our post-Obergefell triumphalism, so it’s worth looking more closely into how queer films fell into a bad romance with straight validation.”