"Where do all the quiet gays go?" asks Hannah Gadsby in Nanette. At times, Can You Ever Forgive Me feels like a response to that, one of the only films I've seen that tackles that very unique kind of queer loneliness. With impeccable performances by McCarthy (further exploring the depth of Spy) and Grant, it's a tearjerker that, as an introverted writer gay, was painfully relatable. Funny but devastating.