Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Pulp
Every once in a while a film comes along that wraps up every gay cliché in one and a half hours.
A kind of faggoty synopticon.
Is such a film.
Beginning to end. It has everything. The limp wrists, the bitchy asides, the carelessness about relationship, the self hatred, the vapidity of the bar life. Even romance ends up being the "butt end" of the wrong jokes.
Did I like it? Not much. Did I watch the whole thing. Yes.
Why?
Because these people know their audience. It lives just next door to the audience for soft and hard core porn. A lot of our libidos depend on looking and talking about sex.
Maybe the straights do the same. I know guys do. But not about each other. That is how gayness is different. The fellow cynic is also looking to get laid and is not a trustworthy partner for mockery. Too much is revealed about one's own attractions.
There is a term paper in this somewhere but I think it has already been written any number of times.
