Who
am I and why should you listen to what I have to say about gay
cinema? Well, nobody is twisting your arm but, for starters, I could cite
the film classes I took at art school - coupled with a lifetime of studying
queer film history - but it boils down to this: I love cinema and I love
writing about it.
Life is short
enough without me boring you to death, and so the specifics about my approach
to reviewing these films - without my life story and its historical context
- can be found further down underneath the headlines: How I Lost
It At The Movies and Reviewing Gay Films.
If you'd like to read the REALLY short version, click here.
My name is Michael
D. Klemm. Since 1998, I have written the video column for Buffalo, New
York's free monthly gay newspaper, Outcome,
published by my friend, Tim Moran. In April of 2008, I also started writing
for abOUT, a free monthly
gay magazine, published by Duane Booth, that is based in Toronto.
I'm a graphic artist and writer who was once editor/art director
of a now-defunct free weekly entertainment paper called Metro Weekend.
I've occupied space on this Earth since 1958. I've been out and proud
since 1988 when I turned 30 and met my life-partner of 21 years, Andy.
(I was a late bloomer but now anyone who objects to me being queer can
bite me.)
I said that I adore
films. I also love gay films. I find it quite gratifying that there
are so many of them now - things were much different in my youth. A lot
has changed in the last decade. In 1998, when I first started writing
this column, I sometimes had to search for films to write about. I usually
tried to stick to those films that could be rented here in Buffalo - this
was when the major rental chain didn't carry most gay films, and before
Netflix.com appeared and I discovered that I could find almost anything
on their website. Now, more than 10 years after I started reviewing, I
don't have enough space in a monthly publication to write about them all.
I had to be selective and the obscure indies usually got more attention
than the mainstream releases. Now that I have launched my site, I am reviewing
more titles on the web than just the ones that appear in print. I have
also been revisiting older films that I was never able to review in print
for one reason or another.
Because, like I said,
I love cinema. As opposed to movies (Ingmar Bergman's Persona
is cinema, Revenge of the Nerds is a movie). I fell in love with
film as an artform when I took a few film courses in college. You haven't
lived until you have taken Dr. Geraldine Bard's Hitchcock class at Buffalo
State College. I'm over 50 and my younger readers might not realize that
when I took her film classes, in the late 70s, there was no such thing
as home video. You couldn't rent the film and freeze frame it; you could
only watch films in a movie theater or on television. So, imagine the
excitement of seeing Psycho's shower scene as she paused the projector
shot by shot so that we could analyze the director's craft. All of this
appealed to me as an art student too; I learned things in those film classes
about the language of cinema that would stay with me forever. Sit me down
now in front of our 60 inch television with a restored print on DVD of
Vertigo or Citizen Kane and I am in heaven.
But
I also love Queer Cinema. I became intimate with its history while
reading Vito Russo's The Celluloid Closet (1981, revised 1986)
- a book that I still consider to be the definitive study of our
cinematic past. I wish that Russo had lived to see how queer film exploded
in the 90s. As noted earlier, most of the reviews on this site are the
collected columns that I have written for Outcome over the years
here in Buffalo - which is, by the way, a town with a very large and visible
gay community.
My first exposure,
like Russo's, to gays and lesbians onscreen was overwhelmingly negative.
All gay men on the silver screen, or on TV, were screaming queens. And
lesbians were usually biker dykes. This was the prevailing stereotype
of the day - gay men were feminine and lesbians could kick your butt.
I have known many people over the years that do fit those molds
- and there is nothing wrong with that - but clueless filmmakers in the
70s intended these portrayals to be negative and wanted audiences to laugh
at the "freaks." As a teen, I watched a killer in a dress kicking
James Caan around in a film called Freebie and the Bean, which
ended with Caan repeatedly shooting the queer (the audience I watched
this with actually cheered!) Gay men and women were usually depicted
as degenerates (Deliverance, anyone?) and they often committed
suicide in the last reel. In 1978, I had just come out to myself at the
age of 20 and, unlike today, there were no positive images that this confused
young closeted gay man could look at on the screen.
Baby
Steps
A
glimmer of hope in 1982... a film called Making
Love with two masculine men playing gay in a big Hollywood release.
I remembered Michael Ontkean - and Kate Jackson - from a TV show when
I was 15 called The Rookies and I'd seen a shirtless hairy chested
Harry Hamlin in Clash of the Titans the year before. Expectations
were high. At last I was going to see two masculine men kiss romantically
onscreen and I watched this seminal moment in queer cinema history with
an audience that laughed hysterically as Ontkean and Hamlin locked lips.
This was traumatizing to say the least.
Flash forward four
years to 1986. I'm 28 and living in my first apartment and I have cable
TV and a VCR. And Cinemax showed a recent film called Parting
Glances. This film rocked my world. Parting Glances was
like a Woody Allen film but filled with gay people. Right in the first
scene the two lovers, Michael and Robert, kissed and make love, and I
had never seen male affection this open and natural in a movie before.
These guys were just gay and their coming out issues (if any) weren't
even part of the story. It was sexy and it was funny. And heartbreaking
too. AIDS was part of the story; it was the first film I had ever seen
that even mentioned AIDS and this was during the worst of it in
the 80s - a time that had lengthened my stay in the closet considerably.
This film made no concessions for straights in the audience and it was
a revelation to this closeted gay man pushing 30 in the 80s. It is still
my favorite queer film.
Around this time,
I also saw Kiss
of the Spider Woman. All right, William Hurt could have butched
it up a bit in spots, but when he and Raoul Julia kissed it was like the
earth moved. Vito Russo was right when he wrote that we were starving
for images of ourselves onscreen.
Maturity
A
few independents began to venture into gay waters after I met my life
partner, Andy, in 1988. I have fond memories of seeing Torch
Song Trilogy and Longtime Companion
with him in the movie theater. Then there was the 90s version of Making
Love - Philadelphia. It tried,
and it educated straight people - but it didn't go far enough. Which was
sad because, at the same time, New Queer Cinema was starting to explode.
There was Todd Haynes' Poison, Gregg Araki's The
Living End and Tom Kalin's Swoon.
The Living End was like a bolt of lightning - for once the queers
weren't victims and they were angry too. ACT-UP was in full swing and
queer cinema reflected this.
The 90s was also
a time when many queer films were no longer just about being queer. Rose
Troche's Go Fish
is a good example of a breakthrough film that is just about a group of
women who happen to be lesbians. Ellen came out and queer characters began
to appear as sassy sidekicks in many mainstream movies.There was a lot
of experimentation, and then things got a little less edgy later in the
decade, and more mainstream, but it was thrilling because there were so
many queer films out there now. The Anjelika movie theater from NYC
came to downtown Buffalo for a year and queer faire was almost always
on the marquee. I couldn't have imagined this when I was in my 20s and
listened to comics on TV make jokes about AIDS.
Ellen and
Will and Grace brought positive gay figures into straight people's
living rooms. Queer as Folk and The
L Word pushed the envelope on Showtime. And Brokeback
Mountain became the artistic success and the crossover
hit we had been spent decades waiting for.
[A
longer version of my personal history with queer cinema as I grew up and
came out - with more examples - appears in the purple box at the end of
this introductory essay. Yes, this was even more
long-winded before I cut it down.For those who aren't
bored yet, the longer version of the last 6 paragraphs
can be found at the bottom of this page.]
How
I Lost It At The Movies
(Apologies to Pauline Kael)
Have
I seen every gay film ever made? No, there are only so many hours in a
day, but I try to see as many as I can. Still, I've closely watched the
development of queer cinema for over three decades and I think I can write
about this subject with some authority. I try to bring a little
history into my reviews. I put older films into the context of their times.
The outrageous and explicit Taxi Zum
Klo (1981), for example, was unbelievably daring for its day.
My reactions to certain themes in the films often reflect the time the
review was written. By the late 90s I was so sick of coming out films
that I sometimes latched onto any gay film that did something new
and completely different. I might be more critical of some of the films
that I praised years ago if I saw them for the first time today and -
if I felt, upon re-reading them now that a revision was in order - any
new thoughts are added in a different typeface. I am not the same person
that I was a decade ago and things have changed so much that, though I
grew up starved for queer images, I've also lived to see a time when I
could actually get blase about it.
Aside from any clearly
labeled new thoughts, I've left the reviews as I have originally written
them. Except for a few instances where I have fixed a factual error or
a really awkward sentence. The original run date is at the start
of each review so that it is clear when it was written. Please note
that, when you click on a particular title, some of the webpages contain
more than one film and you may have to scroll down. As I put these
review pages together, it was like a trip down memory lane. I would remember
how this film was a landmark at the time, how this one was
vilified in the gay press... I also remembered how I usually had to go
to this one video store that specialized in the offbeat in order to rent
many of the titles I wrote about. I remembered how the major chain wouldn't
carry most of these titles and how I later found them on something new
called netflix.com. There were times when I ended a review by lamenting
how you could find the film in only one video store in Buffalo.
And I ranted a bit at times. My other target was the film ratings board
and its double standards when it came to rating gay films. A same sex
kiss between men was enough to warrant an R rating until the late 90s.
This, luckily, has improved somewhat. I go into detail about this a bit
more in a sidebar that accompanies many of my earlier reviews.
Reviewing
Gay Films
A reviewer is supposed
to be impartial. Of course, we all know that any critic will bring his
or her own biases into a review. This becomes even more pronounced when
gay reviewers write about gay films. For a long time, we usually based
our reviews on whether or not a film depicted gay people in a positive
light. This remains a valid consideration but it is no longer the only
one. It might seem, at times, in a few of my older reviews that I am apologizing
for films that featured gay characters who were "bad" (such
as Leopold and Loeb in Swoon, or Joe Orton
and Kenneth Halliwell in Prick Up
Your Ears) but this was because many in our community still clamored
for only positive gay portrayals in the movies and had lost the perspective
that we are flawed creatures and not everyone on this planet is an angel.
Since we seem to have moved past the dark ages of cinema when all queers
were degenerates, it is possible now to judge a gay film on its merits
as cinema. Not all gay films are politicized anymore, so it is
also possible now to be able to just watch a film like Adam
and Steve for what it is - a light romantic comedy. But the current
permissiveness is no excuse for films that aim for the lowest common denominator
- a raunchy gay teen comedy is just as dumb as a raunchy straight
teen comedy.
[Revision 2008: When
I first launched Cinemaqueer.com in mid-2007, all of the reviews had appeared
first in the local newspaper, Outcome.
Because my forum was limited to a monthly publication, I was more selective
than I am now regarding the films that I chose to review. Mediocre films
were often passed over in favor of the better titles due to my limited
space in print. I receive many screeners and, with space no longer a consideration,
I've begun to review more titles online.
This decision has
forced me to re-evaluate the way that I look at many of these films. A
bad film is still a bad film but a low budget, in itself, doesn't necessarily
equal junk. Most queer filmmakers working today do not have the resources,
or the backing, of a major Hollywood studio. It is up to these artists
to make the best of their limited resources when attempting to achieve
their visions and it is grossly unfair to judge a low-budget labor of
love by the same standards as a big-budget Hollywood extravaganza. Anyone
who has watched films all their lives knows that a big budget does not
always insure quality. Look at Cleopatra - if 1/10 of the money
spent on the sets and Elizabeth
Taylor's wardrobe had been spent on a good screenwriter instead...
Of course a low budget
is no excuse for lazy filmmaking but I can forgive that low budget if
the script and the acting are still competent. I have seen many independent
films that are minor miracles considering the resources that were available
(there are limits to this of course - one of the films that I totally
trashed on this site shows an outdoor wedding ceremony in Vermont where
the two men are surrounded by palm trees!) and so I can't, in
good conscience, judge a movie shot on video and edited on Final Cut Pro
by the same standards as the latest Indiana Jones film. This is not to
say that I'm going to compromise my standards for judging what is good,
and what is bad, cinema but I will be honest here and admit that I will
cut some of these indie films a bit of slack if the content is worthwhile;
I can't dismiss the film just because it doesn't look like it was photographed
by Sven Nyquist or Vittorio Storaro. Any long time filmgoer knows that
a lot of schlock comes out of Hollywood but, for some inexplicable reason,
they are favored with advertising budgets and media saturation that is
not deserved by any stretch of the imagination. There are many
independent queer artists out there with voices that deserve to be heard
and, if I can help them out with a little exposure on this website and
increase their audience, I will gladly do so. However, if the film is
bad, I will say that it is bad.]
One thing that I
can promise to bring to my writing is a reverence for our cinematic
past. There is a disturbing trend in a lot of modern criticism that tends
to treat anything that was made more than five years ago as being ancient.
An online DVD review that I once read actually called the groundbreaking
special effects of the original 1933 King Kong "embarrassing
dated." (I want to smack these so-called critics upside the head.)
You won't find that attitude here. Some older films deserve a certain
amount of respect accorded to them simply because they were the
trailblazers. Okay, maybe we don't sit around and whine as much as the
guys in The Boys
in the Band do anymore, but let us not forget that that
film was so controversial in 1970 that many newspapers refused to run
the advertising for it. A film was often innovative at the time of its
release for reasons that are considered old hat today. This is why silent
films still turn up on critics' ten best lists and why people still read
Herman Melville.
When
it comes to my own personal tastes, I have often been told I should turn
in my "pink card." I would rather listen to Bruce Springsteen
than to Stephen Sondheim
and my tolerance for mindless camp has its limits. I love live theatre
but I also love rock concerts. My most treasured book of all time is James
Joyce's Ulysses. I prefer offbeat films to the mainstream - my
favorite films include Orson Welles' Citizen Kane, Alfred Hitchcock's
Vertigo and Psycho, Carol Reed's The Third Man, Stanley
Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove, 2001: A Space Odyssey and A Clockwork
Orange, Federico Fellini's 8 1/2, Francis Ford Coppola's The
Godfather and The Godfather part 2, Bernardo Bertolucci's Last
Tango in Paris and The Conformist, Phillipe deBroca's King
of Hearts, Terry Gilliam's Brazil and Milos Forman's Amadeus.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail is my favorite screen comedy of
all time.
My favorite gay films include Bill Sherwood's Parting
Glances, John Greyson's Lilies, Ang Lee's Brokeback
Mountain, Jon Shear's Urbania, Gregg
Araki's The Living
End. Bill Condon's Gods and Monsters, Hector Babenco's Kiss
Of The Spider Woman, Nigel Finch's The
Lost Language of Cranes, David Moreton's Edge
of Seventeen, P.J. Castellaneta's Relax...It's
Just Sex, Martin Donovan's Apartment
Zero, Gus Van Sant's My
Own Private Idaho and Milk,
Pedro Almodovar's Bad
Education and Law
Of Desire, Rodney Evans' Brother
to Brother, Andrew Haigh’s Weekend, Javier Fuentes-Leon's Undertow and John Cameron Mitchell's Hedwig
and the Angry Inch. I also loved, for the most part, all five
seasons of Queer as Folk.
Oh, and I don't believe
in star ratings. According to a book of capsule video reviews that I once
bought, Kubrick's Barry Lyndon and Porky's are both three
star movies.
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Gay
Life In Buffalo
Buffalo
is often mocked because of a few major snowstorms over the years but it
is really a cool place to live. There are parks designed by Olmstead,
architecture like Kleinhan's Music Hall, Sullivan's Guaranty Building,
and the Darwin Martin house by Frank Lloyd Wright. We have great food
here - and not just chicken wings. Sports fever is high in this town,
but Buffalo is also home to the arts. The Albright Knox Art Gallery enjoys
world renown. We have almost twenty professional theatre companies. Buffalo
is also home to the biggest collection of James Joyce manuscripts in the
world, and The Irish Classical Theatre hosts "Bloomsday" (a
celebration of Joyce's Ulysses) on June 16th every year. Ani Difranco's
Righteous Babe Records is still here locally in Buffalo, located in an
abandoned church that she spent a fortune to restore. We also have quite
the vibrant gay community. At this writing, there are 9 gay bars, a Gay
Men's Chorus, numerous gay groups, and a gay pride parade and rally
every year.
We also have two
theatres that specialize in gay themed plays, and a third that does at
least one each season. They are mentioned, from time to time, because
most of these reviews were originally written for a local audience that
is well aware of these groups. Buffalo
United Artists (also known as BUA for short) is mentioned several
times in my reviews. They prefer not to be pigeonholed as strictly a gay
theatre, preferring to be known as "Buffalo's Off-Broadway,"
but over the years, they have brought many challenging queer plays to
town, including The Laramie Project, The Boys in the Band, Torch Song
Trilogy and the plays of Brad Fraser
and Paul Rudnick. They
were the first theatre company to stage Terrence
McNally's Love! Valour! Compassion! after it closed on Broadway.
[Update: Oct. 2007: BUA did it again; they were just recently
the first theatre company to do McNally's newest play, Some Men,
after it closed on Broadway.]
HAG
Theatre, our own lesbian theatre company has been on hiatus for a
couple of years and resting on their laurels, which include a much revived
solo show about Gertrude Stein and an original play called The Vagina
Dialogues. And The New Phoenix
Theatre On The Park has staged works as varied as The Sum Of Us,
Joe Orton's Entertaining Mr. Sloan and an original play about
Rock Hudson. [Update:
Oct. 2007: The Phoenix just had a triumph with Thrill
Me, a two-actor, and one piano, musical about Leopold
and Loeb, which starred its author, Stephen
Dolginoff.]
Buffalo also has its own version of the Tonys -
The Arties - hosted each year by Artvoice
Magazine.
We also have a free
monthly newspaper named Outcome,
and I am proud to have contributed these reviews and hope that my writings
introduced my readers to some very fine queer films. I want to thank Outcome's
publisher, Tim Moran, for giving me a voice all these years, and I also
want to thank Duane Booth, the publisher of
abOUT, a Toronto based, free monthy gay magazine (that also
covers, and is distributed in, the Buffao area) for giving me a voice
in his publication now as well. And, of course I want to thank Andy, my
partner of 25 years (25 years, do you hear that Pat Robertson and Fred Phelps?)
- that's us below - for all of his love and support.
May 2007
Update: March 2008
Update: February, 2009
Update: May, 2009
Update: February, 2013
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The
Long Version
If
you're still actually reading this... A recap of my personal history
with queer cinema as I grew up and came out - with more examples...
My
first exposure, like Russo's, to gays and lesbians onscreen was overwhelmingly
negative. All gay men on the screen, or on TV, were screaming queens.
And lesbians were usually biker dykes. This was the prevailing stereotype
of the day - gay men were feminine and lesbians could kick your butt.
I have known many people over the years that do fit those molds
- and there is nothing wrong with that - but clueless filmmakers in
the 70s intended these portryals to be negative and wanted audiences
to laugh at the "freaks." As a teen, I watched a killer in
a dress kicking James Caan around in a film called Freebie and the
Bean, which ended with Caan repeatedly shooting the queer (the audience
I watched this with actually cheered!) Gay men and women were
usually depicted as degenerates (Deliverance, anyone?) and they
often committed suicide in the last reel. In 1978, I had just come out
to myself at the age of 20 and, unlike today, there were no positive
images that this confused young closeted gay man could look at on the
screen.
An
exception to the 70s habit of mocking the fag was this Movie Of The
Week in 1972 called That Certain Summer where a teenaged boy
discovers that his father, played by Hal Holbrook, is more than just
roommates with Martin Sheen and that's why his parents really broke
up. I was 15, and oblivious to my sexuality, and I watched it expecting
to giggle at the queers but was moved by the TV movie instead. I wish
it was out on video because I'd love to see it again. After 35 years,
I'm sure that parts of it will be embarrassing (they probably tried
to have it both ways in the movie) but most of it is supposed to have
been handled seriously. Around this time, though I never saw the show
myself, PBS broadcast this documentary series called An American
Family. Most today would call it the forerunner of Reality TV but
something really radical (for the early 70s) happened on that documentary
- the son, Lance Loud, came out to his parents as the cameras rolled.
Near
the end of high school, a local channel began to broadcast Norman Lear's
soap opera spoof, Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. A friend had seen
part of it in another city and said "Wait until you see the two
fags that move in down the street from her." My memory is fuzzy
on this - mostly because I stopped watching the show - but I do remember
that the "fags" were two normal looking guys and there was
no stereotypical humor. I can recall a scene where one told the other
that he was sick of pretending that they were "brothers" and
just wanted for the two of them to come out to the neighborhood. I don't
know if they ever did.
[Note,
August, 2008: Out of curiosity, I just googled Mary Hartman, Mary
Hartman and found a very brief episode guide that has given me the
following sketchy details: The couple's names were Ed and Howard. They
must have been very minor characters because they aren't even listed
in the Mary Hartman cast list on imdb.com. Around episode #100,
Mary Hartman's husband, Tom, was staying with them (after a fight with
his wife) and discovered that they weren't brothers. About this time,
the two men discussed getting married. In episodes #121-124, Howard's
meddling mother refuses to accept that her son is gay and asks Mary
Hartman to sleep with him. Apparently he attempts to do so and, in the
process, affrims
that he really is gay and then asks Ed to marry him. Maybe one
of these years we can actually view this story arc on DVD and see for
ourselves how Norman Lear handled this subject. I find it odd that this
possibly groundbreaking portrayal of a gay relationship on 1970s television
seems to have been completely forgotten. If anyone from my generation
remembers, drop me a line at klemmre9@yahoo.com]
Around
this time everyone was talking about the film version of the Bobbie
Gentry song, Ode To Billy Joe, where we find out why Billy Joe
MacAllister really jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge. It was
because he was a fag, and everyone was laughing about it. And since
this was the 1970s, and he was queer, that meant he had to kill
himself.
I
turned 20, realised that I was gay, and felt alone because my kind was
invisible in popular culture. I loved foreign films; I wondered if there
were any good foreign films that featured homosexuals. Now and then
I would see an incidental gay man or lesbian in a foreign film and the
treatment of these characters was lightyears ahead of Americam cinema
and television. In 1979, I had somehow heard of a German film called
The Consequence about two
gay men in love. Of course it never played here in Buffalo. (I wouldn't
finally see it until its recent DVD release in 2006! - my longing to
see this film intensified when I discovered, while reading The Celluloid
Closet, that it was a film by Wolfgang
Petersen, the director of Das Boot and that his star Jurgen
Prochnow was also in the 1979 film.) I also heard about a film by
Rainer Werner Fassbinder called Querelle
when I saw this illustrated script of the film in a Toronto bookstore
filled with pictures of a built, hairy chested Brad Davis in a tank
top sailer suit. This film never played Buffalo either and I finally
saw this one years later too on VHS in 1989. I knew now that
such films existed, they just didn't come out of Hollywood.
Somewhere
during this time, I first saw The Rocky
Horror Picture Show. Many queer kids had catharsis when they
first saw that film and heard its mantra, "Don't dream it, be it."
Unfortunately, I didn't see it with the right people. My best friend
went on for weeks about "the fag in the black panties." Yes,
with friends like that I remained a closeted individual in my youth.
The same friend, however, liked La
Cage Aux Folles a year later. At first he made tsk tsk sounds
but by the end of the film he, like most people, thought that the sanctimonious
Deputy Minister of the Pillars of Morality was the one who was ridiculous
and that the two flamboyant gay guys were harmless. I liked that film
a lot for its message about tolerance, and it is certainly funny.
I still like it; I like it better than the American remake two decades
later, The Birdcage.
I do think that the message comes across in both films nicely.
I didn't see Cruising when it first
played in the movie theaters, I was too afraid to.
Baby
Steps
A
glimmer of hope in 1982... a film called Making
Love with two masculine men playing gay in a big Hollywood release.
I remembered Michael Ontkean - and Kate Jackson - from a TV show when
I was 15 called The Rookies and I'd seen a shirtless hairy chested
Harry Hamlin in Clash of the Titans the year before. Expectations
were high. At last I was going to see two masculine men kiss romantically
onscreen and I watched this seminal moment in queer cinema history with
an audience that laughed hysterically as Ontkean and Hamlin locked lips.
This was traumatizing to say the least.
There
was also, at the same time, a German film, (that actually did
play here at the old Allendale theater when it was still a movie house),
called Taxi Zum Klo and
I read the review about a school teacher correcting student papers in
a public lavatory while getting some glory hole action at the same time
and I decided to pass on that film; it sounded too extreme (the picture
of the bearded man in a dress didn't help matters). Because I was having
coming out issues of my own at the time, that film might have been too
much then for little old me. I wouldn't see that one either until
I found it for rent, at a cool niche store called Mondo Video, on VHS
in the 90s. (You don't actually think Blockbuster would have rented
it then, do you?) I'm not sure how I would have reacted to way back
it in 1982 - there are scenes bordering on hard core porn in
that film!
About
the same time, a film called Personal Best offered steamy lesbian
sex but treated it as transitory because Mariel Hemingway ran off with
a guy at the end. Personal Best did better at the box office
than Making Love - straight guys
seem to like watching two women do it. Films during the early 80s that
touched on homosexuality were a mixed bag. Independant director John
Sayles (The Return of the Secaucus Seven) surprised everyone
with Lianna, a serious film about a woman who leaves her husband
for a woman. It was a bleak film, but a surprisingly honest one for
its day. Especially coming from a straight man as writer and
director. At the other end of the spectrum was Partners, where
Ryan O'Neal and John Hurt go undercover
in a gay neighborhood to solve some Cruising-style
murders. This was one of the most offensive "comedies" ever
made. Everybody, let's laugh at the fags! But there was also
the lovely portrayal by John Lithgow of the transsexual Roberta Muldoon
(formerly football superstar Robert Muldoon) in The World
According To Garp. This role could have been a cartoon, instead
Lithgow becomes this character. Another breakthrough was Cher's
remarkable performance as Meryl Streep and
Kurt Russell's lesbian roommate in Silkwood. And don't forget
Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon steaming up the screen as lesbian
vampires in The Hunger.
Flash
forward four years to 1986. I'm 28 and living in my first apartment
and I have cable TV and a VCR. And Cinemax showed arecent film called
Parting Glances as part
of their Vanguard Cinema series. This film rocked my world. Parting
Glances was like a Woody Allen film but filled with gay people.
Right in the first scene the two lovers, Michael and Robert, kissed
and make love, and I had never seen male affection this open and natural
in a movie before. These guys were just gay and their coming out issues
(if any) weren't even part of the story. It was sexy and it was funny.
And heartbreaking too. AIDS was part of the story; it was the first
film I had ever seen that even mentioned AIDS and this was during
the worst of it in the 80s - a time that had lengthened my stay in the
closet considerably. This film made no concessions for straights in
the audience and it was a revelation to this closeted gay man pushing
30 in the 80s. It is still my favorite queer film.
Around
this time, I also saw Kiss
of the Spider Woman. All right, William Hurt could have butched
it up a bit in spots, but when he and Raoul Julia kissed it was like
the earth moved. Vito Russo was right when he wrote that we were starving
for images of ourselves onscreen.
Maturity
A
few independents began to venture into gay waters after I met my life
partner, Andy, in 1988. I have fond memories of seeing Torch
Song Trilogy and Longtime Companion
with him in the movie theater. Both were quantum leaps forward for queer
cinema. With Longtime Companion I
was seeing lots of men kiss - and lay in bed with each other - for the
first time ever on the silver screen. Then there was the 90s version
of Making Love - Philadelphia.
It tried, and it educated straight people - but it didn't go far enough.
Which was sad because, at the same time, New Queer Cinema was starting
to explode. There was Todd Haynes' Poison, Gregg Araki's The
Living End and Tom Kalin's Swoon.
The Living End
was like a bolt of lightning - for once the queers weren't victims
and they were angry too.
Poison
chanelled Jean Genet's homoerotic prison
novels into a triptych of inter-related stories, one of them a 1950s
style cheesy black & white horror movie with an AIDS metaphor. In the
Genet segment, a group of boys in a juvenile detention home spit on
the lad they just beat up. This film was damned on the Senate floor
by none other than Jesse Helms because the film had been funded by the
National Endowment For The Arts. (A similar fracas erupted over a certain
Robert Mapplethorpe exhibit. And who could forget gay performance artists
John Fleck, Holly Hughes and Tim Miller, who - along with Karen Finley
- were known as the NEA 4 and their battle with the Supreme Court?)
Swoon retold the Leopold-Loeb murders
with the queer element retained. And The
Living End was agitprop that recalled the 1960s polemics of
the Jean Luc Godard films that I loved in college. Queers were no longer
victims. We were fighting back. ACT-UP was in full swing and queer cinema
reflected this.
The 90s was also a time when many queer films were no
longer just about being queer. Rose
Troche's Go Fish
is a good example of a breakthrough film that is just about a group
of women who happen to be lesbians. Ellen came out and queer characters
began to appear as sassy sidekicks in many mainstream movies.
There
was a lot of experimentation and then things got a little less edgy
later in the decade, and more mainstream, but it was thrilling because
there were so many queer films out there now. The Anjelika movie theater
from NYC came to downtown Buffalo for a year and queer faire was almost
always on the marquee. I couldn't have imagined this when I was in my
20s and listened to comics on TV make jokes about AIDS.
Ellen
and Will and Grace brought positive gay figures into straight
people's living rooms. Queer as Folk
and The L Word pushed the envelope
on Showtime. And Brokeback
Mountain became the artistic success AND the crossover hit we
had spent decades waiting for.
May, 2007
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