Girls, I Have Always Had My Issues With This!!!!!!!!

Darlings, last night a gaggle of gals flocked to the Quad Theater to see the documentary "Making The Boys," dealing with Mart Crowley and the importance of his play and film, "The Boys In The Band."

Now, I have always had trouble with this. It is well crafted enough, but is hardly a world beater when it comes to drama. Its historicity is that it got gay men, in a more represenational light, up on the stage for the first time.

But, in his quest for fame, Crowley in effect denigrated the homosexual male community in selling out to the straights by presenting a group of gays in their worst light, reinforcing every straight person's then--and yes, darlings, now--notion of what a male homosexual is.

Emory, who has the guts--as I always have girls, to say "fuck you" to straight social conventions--is presented as a sad, tragi-comic case. I resent this, just as I resent the seemingly advocating self-hatred running through the play. Hey, Mart, kiss my butter cream frosting!!!!!!!!!!!

Instead of advancing gays, it sets them back. Its historicity deserves an archival place, but to deify this claptrap to the level of high art is an insult to homosexuals, who know better than anyone what high art is. And for the homos who accept this piece...well, you are a disgrace to the community you claim to inhabit!!!!!

No more is this more evident than in the final moment, when Harold says to a sobbing Michael, "You'll always be a homosexual." I am not arguing the truthfulness of that statement. But when you see it delivered, darlings, it is like Harold is dishing out a death sentence. Why didn't Crowley have the courage to suggest--as I believe, and as Edith Massey said in "Pink Flamingos"--"the world of the heterosexual as a sick and boring life?" Now, THAT would have been daring. But Crowley just sold out to the straights by telling and giving them exactly what they wanted to hear, and not what the gay community needed.

Still, the documentary is not as anger inducing as the play. It explores artistic creativity, the quest for fame, the history of New York theater, circa the 60's, and the difficulties of making it in the business. And we learn that if not for Natalie Wood, there would have been no "Boys In The Band." Not that Natalie is to blame for its negativity. But at least she extended Mart Crowley a helping hand.

So, girls, I would see this film, but don't take its subject any more seriously than acknowledging it as an historical artifact.

Darlings, from childhood, I knew I was BETTER than everyone else, including this bunch of losers. Don't you get sucked into this crap!!!!! Suck something else instead, you bitches, even a lollipop!!!!!!!!!

Still, we had a fabulous night! It was Girls Night Out, and they turned out for 'The Boys.'