Showing posts with label 101MSMFGM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 101MSMFGM. Show all posts

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Knee Deep in Netflix

We're making good progress in our quest to become ever-more-subculturally-enlightened homosexuals via 101 Must See Movies for Gay Men. Over the past few weeks, we've rented Basic Instinct (long time since I've seen it -- I'd forgotten that it's actually a good movie!) and Auntie Mame (what little gay boy didn't want an Auntie Mame? or to BE her when he grew up -- I know I have Mame-ish aspirations with my brother's youngin's).

Other recommended rentals not related to 101MSMFGM: Bella (sweet, sweet, sweet), Shattered ('cause Gerard Butler is hot), P.S. I Love You ('cause Gerard Butler and Jeffrey Dean Morgan are hot, and it's sweet)

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Knee Deep in Netflix

We're working our way through 101 Must See Movies for Gay Men with mixed success. The Partner in Crime has elected to go through the listings alphabetically and since the author lists them that way in the book I figure, Why not?
So after some initial skipping around, we're up to All About Eve. A classic. Why? Because like it or not, most gay men have encountered (or will) just about every character in the movie in the process of their development. On top of that, we have (or will) identified with them. The ageing diva, the scheming ingenue, the cloying hangers-on, and the horrified-yet-titillated bystanders. And the writing is fantastic. This is a movie during which I pick up on something new each time i watch it. I recommend it. My only complaint is that all of the all of the features on the bonus disc were already on the feature disc. Eh.
Next up was The Apple:
What a mess. A fabulous mess. That's why it's in the book. This is one of the movies you have to see to believe. But don't take that as a recommendation to actually rent this piece of schlock. Not unless you have a really high tolerance for camp. Two redeeming features of this film: the music was so bad and so poorly written that by the time we got halfway through the PIC was singing along without missing a beat; and the way the male lead filled out his jeans. (And as appealing as THAT was, I still don't recommend this movie.
I did find it amusing though that the cheesy production numbers were choreographed by the man who's now the producer/head judge on TV's So You Think You Can Dance. No comment on that, I leave you to fill in the blanks for yourself on that one.

We're taking a break from the book at the moment and have moved on to Torchwood. Hey, who doesn't like a bisexual space investigator every once in a while?

Right?