Gay Actors Playing Straight

About a month ago, Newsweek ran an article by Ramin Setoodeh with the tagline, “Heterosexual actors play gay all the time. Why doesn’t it work in reverse?” This could have been an article about why there is an acceptance of straight actors playing gay, yet it is relatively rare for gay actors to play straight. Instead, it contained things like this:

But frankly, it’s weird seeing [Sean] Hayes play straight. He comes off as wooden and insincere, like he’s trying to hide something, which of course he is. Even the play’s most hilarious scene, when Chuck tries to pick up a drunk woman at a bar, devolves into unintentional camp. Is it funny because of all the ’60s-era one-liners, or because the woman is so drunk (and clueless) that she agrees to go home with a guy we all know is gay?

Sean Hayes’ co-star Kristen Chenoweth fired back at Newsweek with a letter that accuses both the writer and the magazine of being homophobic. Then Setoodeh responded himself, saying that he was openly gay and not terribly homophobic. He writes:

But what all this scrutiny seemed to miss was my essay’s point: if an actor of the stature of George Clooney came out of the closet today, would we still accept him as a heterosexual leading man? It’s hard to say, because no actor like that exists. I meant to open a debate—why is that? And what does it say about our notions about sexuality? For all the talk about progress in the gay community in Hollywood, has enough really changed? The answer seems obvious to me: no, it has not.

I think this debate is a valid one, but aimed at the wrong prejudices in our society. I think what it comes down to is that we have not had public gay relationships, or the freedom to be open, long enough for a masculine identity that is separate from sexual orientation. The prevailing view in our society is that gay attraction is a “feminine” attribute, that the simple fact of orientation prevents gay men from being “real men.” That is not true. Most people can tell you that there is a range of masculinity and femininity in gay men, but there’s also a range in straight men. There are straight actors that no one would accept as a leading man because they don’t project the same kind of masculinity, and the same is true for gays.

By the way, the photo is of Marlon Brando, a bisexual (NSFW) man that oozed masculinity. Nobody told him gay couldn’t play straight.

Memes

The Washington Post recently did a thing where they asked 12 people what they would “throw out” –things that didn’t need to be a part of the world any more. Joe Randazzo, editor of The Onion, contributed the answer “internet memes:”

What used to be an amusing byproduct of Internet use has mutated into something horrible: an insatiable parasite that impairs its host’s judgment, rendering it totally useless. Instead of acting as an organic cultural touchstone, the modern meme — from LOL, which hasn’t been used to signify physical laughter since 1997, to Lolcats — now sucks the joy out of our interconnectedness. It destroys uniqueness. Once an “enjoyable thing” becomes a “meme,” we stop enjoying the thing for its own sake, but consume and regurgitate our enjoyment of it as a symbol of hipness, as if to say: “I am aware of this thing’s popularity — therefore I, too, exist!”

I wish I had been able to articulate this thought when I was struggling with it a little over a year ago. What I was expressing then, but could not articulate, was a deep dissatisfaction with the emergence of music-as-meme. In this upside down world, knowing of something becomes equal to experiencing something. Depth is discouraged for breadth. Artists are crowned as kings, then discarded a week later.

It’s become an incredible power to want something . It’s become uncommon to have an aesthetic.

[This is the first time that I get to use the category “Memology” for something approximating it’s logical meaning.]

Incredible Blog Shrinking Ray!

In my ongoing quest for high quality internet content, I have decided to spin some of the content in this blog to another one.

The Mouth of the Beast will remain a place for, such as I can provide it, high quality criticism of movies, books, television, and music. My new blog, www.meilarpdx.wordpress.com, is for personal blogging. I think this will allow me more freedom and control over things that matter to and affect me personally, while also increasing the value of MOTB.

In only-slightly-related news, I’ve returned to active use of twitter, so please follow me @backjabber2.

Whither genre?

A couple of genre-related items in the New York Times today and yesterday:

A complete print of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis was found in a cinema archive in Buenos Aires,

For fans and scholars of the silent-film era, the search for a copy of the original version of Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” has become a sort of holy grail. One of the most celebrated movies in cinema history, “Metropolis” had not been viewed at its full length — roughly two and a half hours — since shortly after its premiere in Berlin in 1927, when it was withdrawn from circulation and about an hour of its footage was amputated and presumed destroyed…

That a copy of the original print of “Metropolis” even existed in Buenos Aires was the result of another piece of serendipity. An Argentine film distributor, Adolfo Wilson, happened to be in Berlin when the film had its premiere, liked what he saw so much that he immediately purchased rights, and returned to Argentina with the reels in his luggage.

“If he had gone two months later, he would have come back with a different version,” Mr. Peña said in a telephone interview from Buenos Aires. Initially, the F. W. Murnau Foundation, a German film-preservation group named after the great silent-era director, which holds the rights to Lang’s silent films, did not respond when the Argentines notified it of the discovery. So Mr. Peña made a DVD and while on a business trip to Madrid took it to a prominent film scholar there, Luciano Berriatúa, who watched the film with him, enraptured, and immediately phoned the Germans to tell them, Mr. Peña recalled, “It’s the real thing.”

Cool story. Good for cinema, good for history. But then there’s this at the end of the article:

The cumulative result is a version of “Metropolis” whose tone and focus have been changed. “It’s no longer a science-fiction film,” said Martin Koerber, a German film archivist and historian who supervised the latest restoration and the earlier one in 2001. “The balance of the story has been given back. It’s now a film that encompasses many genres, an epic about conflicts that are ages old. The science-fiction disguise is now very, very thin.”

With all due respect, Mr. Koerber, fuck you. It boggles my mind that a film historian puts “story” and “epic” on the opposite end of a scale with science-fiction. If there’s a persistent flaw in sci-fi, it’s overambition, too grand a scale. Also, why can’t it be about both science fiction and age old conflicts? Frankenstein: science fiction + man’s desire to replace God. Aliens: science fiction + the consequences of human greed. The works of Jules Verne: science fiction + escapism. It’s an established art tradition, deal with it.

We also have Ross “Asshat” Douthat whining about how superhero movies are distracting great directors from making non-superhero movies:

Sometimes I try to imagine what the 1970s would have been like if comic-book movies had dominated the cinematic landscape the way they do today. Francis Ford Coppola would have presumably gravitated toward the operatic darkness of the Batman franchise, casting first Al Pacino and then Robert De Niro as Italian-American Bruce Waynes. Martin Scorsese would have become famous for his gritty, angry take on the Incredible Hulk, with Harvey Keitel stepping into Bruce Banner’s shoes and Diane Keaton as his love interest. Dustin Hoffman would have been cast as Peter Parker opposite Cybill Shepherd’s Mary Jane in Peter Bogdanovich’s “Spiderman.” The Superman movies would have starred Warren Beatty instead of Christopher Reeves. Steven Spielberg would have directed “Iron Man” instead of “Jaws,” with Robert Redford playing Tony Stark and Julie Christie as Pepper Potts; George Lucas would have made an X-Men trilogy instead of “Star Wars,” with Marlon Brando as Professor Xavier opposite Jack Nicholson as Wolverine. Gene Hackman, Dennis Hopper, Richard Dreyfuss and Roy Scheider would have been known to moviegoers primarily for their turns as supervillains. And Terence Malick — well, O.K., Malick probably would have still made “Badlands” and “Days of Heaven,” and then disappeared for 20 years.

If this revision of the ’70s sounds like a cinematic paradise, you probably liked “The Dark Knight” a whole lot more than I did.

This is basically an excuse for Douthat to be silly about the movies. I would love to see a serious superhero movie from all the directors that he mentioned, but that’s beside the point. He would have cause to bitch if: a) directors like Christopher Nolan, Brian Singer and Sam Rami are not developing other projects. b) it would be a good idea to give franchise/superhero directors like Brett Ratner and Tim Story financing to make their “art” movies.

First, you can’t ignore that the best superhero movies are made by the best director of movies, period. I don’t agree that Christopher Nolan made the best superhero movie ever (that distinction goes to Brad Bird of The Incredibles), but he is an amazing filmmaker, and I think he gets extra credit for developing his own story ideas and screenplays, something that’s rare in this age of franchise movies. That’s what Douthat should be bitching about, if anything. Of the top grossing movies of the past 10 years, some of them have been superhero movies: The Dark Knight, Spiderman 3, but almost all of them are entries in a film franchise: Pirates of the Carribean, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Shrek, Lord of the Rings. He should be wondering how many Taxi Drivers could be made with the budget of Spiderman 3.

Nobody wants to see a Brian Singer, Brett Ratner, Tim Story, or Sam Rami arthouse flick.