The Prancing Elites star Kareem Davis—diagnosed as HIV positive at age 23—is on one of the March/April 2016 covers of Plus Magazine. In the feature, Kareem says this of coming out on the show:
At first I thought I would face more judgment, but I have actually had people show more respect than anything. People are definitely more excited when they see me [because] I’m an individual that shared such a profound story and I am still doing this whole jazz of the Prancing Elites while maintaining my health at the same time… I’m grateful that it went in a positive direction.
Joseph Kibler, an activist-turned-actor (Re-Casting Kyle, CSI: Cyber) who was born HIV positive, has the other cover. He says being marginalized (both as a person with disabilities and as a person with HIV) has made him a better person:
Whether or not we want to admit it, being marginalized, placed in a box where we are told what we can and can’t do, is actually the best thing that could ever happen to us. We are constantly being challenged. We have to push back and fight for every little thing we have. Every inch of success feels like yards. So if you don’t know what it’s like to be discriminated against, talked down to, been told no, then you’re missing out on the most rewarding experience of proving every single one of them wrong.
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Coming to DVD and VOD via Wolfe Video on March 8, 2016, is You're Killing Me, a gay horror film directed by Jim Hansen and co-written by Hansen and Jeffery Self. The cast includes Matthew McKelligon, Jeffery Self, Drew Droege, Mindy Cohn and Edi Patterson.
The movie is described as being about “a narcissistic wannabe Internet star” (Self) who is dating “a monotone serial killer” (McKelligon). I'm thinking a lot of people are gonna die in this, but maybe you'll die laughing as it seems this is more intentionally camp than Friday the 13th summer camp.
If you're gay and need any more encouragement to vote for the Democrats, compare Hillary Clinton not mincing words about putting the Equality Act at the top of her list of priorities (and Bernie is pro-gay, too) with Marco Rubio's anti-gay approach, in which he reveals he has no idea that same-sex marriage is legal everywhere in the U.S.
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From a press release:
Smart, successful, and charming, Elsie is a fortysomething Toronto TV producer who is the nice Jewish girl your mother warned you about: the self-proclaimed serial monogamist who seems to have slept with everyone in town. When Elsie breaks up with her long-term girlfriend, her friends challenge her to stay single for five months. When gorgeous DJ Lolli enters her life, things get complicated as Elsie faces her mother's disapproval, conflicting advice from friends, and the nagging suspicion that she may have made a big mistake.
With biting asides and street-smart comedic timing, Emmy-nominated actress / writer Diane Flacks (Kids In The Hall) proves a sexy and magnetic leading lady, demonstrating to audiences why girls keep risking their sanity for a woman all too happy to steal kisses and break hearts. Made by and starring top performers and talents of Toronto's vibrant comedy scene, the ensemble cast also includes Vag Halen lead singer/actress Vanessa Dunn as Lolli, Carolyn Taylor (Queer as Folk) and and a scene stealing supporting role from comedian Sabrina Jalees (writer on NBC's upcoming sitcom Crowded!). Co-directors / writers Christina Zeidler and John Mitchell have created an assured and fresh comedic feature film debut.
Set in the bohemian Parkdale neighborhood in Toronto, PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL MONOGAMIST invites audiences to peek behind the curtain into a world of smart, funny and relatable queer characters, dealing with the universal complications of modern relationships.
The film debuts February 9 across all digital platforms, including iTunes, Vimeo On Demand, and WolfeOnDemand.com, and will also be available same date on DVD via Wolfe Video and many major retailers. Also playing theatrically in Los Angeles at the Arena Cinema starting January 22.
James Ivory (L) & Pierre Lhomme (R) before a screening of Maurice (Image by Matthew Rettenmund)
Earlier this week, I was excited to attend one screening that was a part the FIAF (French Institute Alliance Française) series CinéSalon: Lhomme Behind the Camera, which is running through February 23 at Florence Gould Hall (55 E. 59th St., NYC).
The series honors French cinematographer Pierre Lhomme, 85, whose work on a variety of classics and interesting efforts is said to have “helped shape the careers of iconic directors, including Chris Marker, Jean-Pierre Melville and James Ivory.”
Sample of three posters for the film; I had the middle one on my wall in collage. (Images via Cinecom)
The event that I was lucky enough to take in was a screening of the 1987 Merchant-Ivory film Maurice (pronounced Morris), a lushly romantic adaptation of the 1913 gay-themed novel by E.M. Forster that was not published until 1971, due to concerns that its subject matter could be ruled obscene.
Not only was Lhomme present, but director James Ivory, 87, also appeared to briefly introduce the film and then take part in a Q&A after, which I wouldn't have missed.
James Wilby as Maurice, the cat at the center of Forster's great gay love story (Image via Cinecom)
When I was in college at the University of Chicago—a school I attended in large part because I randomly found a queer students' union flyer when I went to visit, not even focusing on the school's reputation for academics—I had a job with a literary agent in the Fine Arts Building downtown. Maurice played that quaint venue, and I knew I could not miss it, even though it would mark the first time I saw a gay movie in public. I remember being scared to death buying the ticket, and then sitting in the theater, wondering if a man would try to grab my knee or something, and wondering if I might be recognized. (I was out to some high school friends back home, but almost no one on campus quite yet.)
I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful film to see in that phase of my life. I appreciated the unrepentant emotionality of Maurice (James Wilby) and Clive (Hugh Grant), as well as the cautionary aspect of Clive's retreat into the closet. Most uplifting to me was the film's happy ending, in which the upper-class Maurice finds passion and—just maybe—eternal happiness with a working-class stiff (Rupert Graves). As I told Mr. Ivory after the screening, the movie represented to me a true gay love story, and also a cautionary tale, but one that dealt with very contemporary issues (coming out) and did not feature characters who had to be punished for their alleged sins.
Maurice tells the story of a young English homosexual who falls in love with two completely different men, and in their differences is the whole message of the movie, a message I do not agree with. Yet because the film is so well made and acted, because it captures its period so meticulously, I enjoyed it even in disagreement ... The problem in the movie is with the gulf between his romantic choices. His first great love, Clive, is a person with whom he has a great deal in common. They share minds as well as bodies. Scudder, the gamekeeper, is frankly portrayed as an unpolished working-class lad, handsome but simple. In the England of 1914, with its rigid class divisions, the two men would have had even less in common than the movie makes it seem, and the real reason their relationship is daring is not because of sexuality but because of class. Apart from their sexuality, they have nothing of substance to talk about with each other in this movie. No matter how deep their love, I suspect that within a few weeks or months the British class system would have driven them apart.
He offers her money to spend one week with him, she accepts, he buys her clothes, they have sex and of course (this being the movies) they fall in love. They fall into a particularly romantic kind of love, the sort you hardly see in the movies these days - a love based on staying awake after the lights are out and confiding autobiographical secrets ... There could indeed be, I suppose, an entirely different movie made from the same material —a more realistic film, in which the cold economic realities of the lives of both characters would make it unlikely they could stay together ... But by the end of the movie I was happy to have it close as it does.
Yeah, so gays can't get one happy ending, but straights could, back then, get them every single time without a raised eyebrow. Perfect. (Decades later, Maurice is the better-reviewed and better-respected of the two films—91% on Rotten Tomatoes with 87% audience approval—even if Pretty Woman—62%/68%—is an immortal piece of pop culture because one of the leads had a vagina.)
Hugh Grant has had a very good hair life. (Image via Cinecom)
Watching it again 29 years later was moving in that I remembered so many scenes as if I'd seen the film a thousand times (just once). Even the music was a strong sense-memory—I had bought the album and listened to it over and over. It's an exquisite, evocative score by the late Richard Robbins, who did many of the Merchant-Ivory films, and who passed away in 2012. It was a treat to relive this experience, and I must say my fetishization of Hugh Grant's hair in this film (he isn't really high on my list of crushes anymore) and of every inch of Rupert Graves (he is) remains intact.
Afterward, Ivory and Lhomme took questions from the audience, some intelligent and some head-scratchers, including a long one from a woman who wanted to know if the actors were gay (!) and if the director had cast beautiful men as a comment on gay narcissism (gay!!!).
Two things that irked me: The woman next to me made a comment that my camera was making too much noise (it makes a very faint electronic whir when it turns on) before the film even started, and yet she wound up being the culprit when a wind-chime alarm blared throughout the last five full minutes of the movie. She also kept asking me to confirm what the subjects had said during the interview, even though I was clearly videoing everything.
Scudder, off to London to get his (gentle)man. (Image via Cinecom)
The other bummer was that the very last question ended with a statement that Graves's character Scudder was “possibly the worst person alive.” I was blown away by this assertion, as was I think Ivory, who didn't address it.
I asked the questioner afterward what he meant. “Oh, are you a Scudder apologist?” he asked me. Gee, I don't really think Scudder needs apologies made for him. Anyway, the younger guy asserted that he and all of his reading group all hated Scudder. Apparently, the segment in which Scudder—who had hoped to make love with Maurice again but found himself ignored—bluffed that he might blackmail his lover made this guy think Scudder was evil and manipulative. To me, it seemed baldly obvious that the intent of the author and the director was to show that Scudder genuinely loved Maurice and was extremely insecure when rejected. He specifically, warm-heartedly folds when pushed by Maurice, and explains he'd never take a penny from him.
They were there, they were queer, they got used to it. (Images via Cinecom)
Scudder risked his security by coming to have sex with Maurice the first time, then he gave up his security in the Argentines (as well as contact with his family) to spend what we hope will be the rest of his life with the guy. Putting aside how sexy Scudder is (check out this scorching montage of love scenes), he is nuts for Maurice, and he represents the non-judgmental self-actualization that Maurice needs and embraces, in stark contrast to the life of lies and self-denial that Clive has slid into and advocates. If Scudder is the worst person ever, what is Clive? It just seems to me that it's an accepted observation that Maurice was written by Forster explicitly to be a gay love story with a happy ending. If Maurice ends up with Scudder and it's supposed to be a happy ending, I have to believe Scudder is not supposed to be an unpleasant drama queen.
Theirs was a love that dared speak its name. (Image via Cinecom)
It was an interesting exchange, but one of those times when you not only have an impression you feel strongly, but your impression fits with the only possibly explanation of an artist's work. I will say that the ending has some room for interpretation in that we can't be sure the men will be happy always. Ivory mentioned to me that one complicating factor would be World War I, but he also said it was, indeed, supposed to be a happy ending.
Oh, Mr. Graaant! (Image via Cinecom)
Check out the my video, containing most of the answers and comments from Ivory and Lhomme, after the jump ...
Via Instinct: British Union J boy bander George Shelley has come out as not straight in a short, to-the-point video meant to address speculation about his sexuality.
He said, in part:
It's all these labels, and it's a little bit old-fashioned, and this is why I'm not gonna label it myself ... I've had girlfriends that I've loved, and that've been amazing periods of my life, but I've also had boyfriends, and I also want you to know that whether I decide to be with a girl next or be with a guy next, that it's because I love them, and that it shouldn't be a big deal, and I don't wanna make a big thing out of it when, when it happens, and I don't wanna be scared anymore ...