“I can’t believe it’s actually all over.”
“Let’s not talk about it.”
“.... okay.”
What if William Friedkin’s Cruising was good? Using the horror genre and, yes, the violence it entails in an exploration of the psyche of a gay guy in high school could easily fall into the same homophobic traps that a movie like Cruising does, but it works, thanks in no small part to Mark Patton’s performance. I’m not going to act like this is a Flawless…
"I have no family. I serve no mortal."
"Then why are you looking for your brother?"
All you know and all you are taught is to devote yourself to God and the Order, but suddenly a man enters your life. You think you love him, but how? He was forced into the Order, but you try to make him see, to get him to love it the way you do and to share that together. It doesn't work - there's…
“What’s the matter with him? He’d rather talk to a woman than drink?”
It’s crazy how easy it is to read this as a prolonged gay metaphor that occasionally breaks through the subtext and into the foreground—namely the half-undressed, sweaty, drunk, wrestling scene that ends with Donald pleasence straddling Gary bond, both panting, before cutting to white and then showing the two on the floor together with even less clothes on the morning after. Even the kangaroo hunt, in all…
if a man doesnt propose to me by walking through a foggy field at dawn with his shirt half unbuttoned then whats the point of it all
