Another day, another “I love my dead gay son” martyrdom movie.
I’m with the (late) Celluloid Closet dude (fine book, btw) — how’s about a flick where the gay character doesn’t die at the end?
Isn’t it weird that liberal straight filmmakers and audiences only seem to love homosexual characters if they meet some awful fate in the third act?
How is that not a sick, necrophiliac and downright adolescent sensibility?
You embrace/mock the “camp” of melodrama, in which the sinful female lead character must die to achieve final redemption; how is this different?
PS: You can tell just by the trailer that Penn will get an Oscar nod for this, and probably win.
PPS: “‘Christians’ are EVIL GUN CRAZED MURDERERS with bad haircuts!!! And we’ll dig up a tragic story from the 1970s to prove it if we have to!!!”
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