The only ST:TNG episode I flat-out bawled over was the one where Data builds a daughter.

The only ST:TNG episode I flat-out bawled over was the one where Data builds a daughter.

@1: I was thinking the same thing. I was sure that sentence was going to end with that episode.

meh. tired of loving gay things. even "milk" was cloying. gay people are not perfect messianic obamatons. they're fucked up weirdos, just like everybody else. lots of times they're narcissistic, shallow, irresponsible, not-too-bright, cruel bastards (talking to the gay men here especially). media has turned gay people into black people, all coming to save the world and shit, totally defined by their sex acts as opposed to their skin color. i'm having a reaction here. i'm becoming reactionary. let them get married, sure. but stop celebrating every goddman thing they do!!!

harold, we're being celebrated? in what country are you living? last i checked, there was a big story about a woman being threatened and chased down broadway for being a lesbian. i've had things shouted at me more than once for holding a guy's hand in this liberal city of ours. if gay is the new black, then it must still be 1958.

this movie sounds silly, but before you use it as your vehicle for lumping a group of people into a stereotype you have, try walking a mile in a gay man or lesbian's shoes first and see whether you feel celebrated.

harold, if you do take Jon's suggestion and walk a mile in a gay man or lesbian's shoes, I'd suggest that you walk that mile in a direction away from this terrible, terrible movie.

I know from Shakespeare, rugby, stage acting and being gay, and I can tell you this movie does everything badly. Everything. It's difficult to know where to begin.

The menacing rugby team, for instance, clearly doesn't know how to play rugby. You think, "Okay, well, they need these characters to be able to dance a gay dream ballet, so let's give them a pass on the rugby." Then you see them dance. Then you think. "That's not dancing. They call that squirming. This is poorly choreographed squirming papered over with ill-fitting rugby jerseys and empty, doe-eyed facial expressions."

Worse, this gay film that cannot dance also cannot gay. The minor characters transformed by Cupid's love juice were given this direction: "Straight, slouchy. Gay, flouncy!" (jazz hands!) Their sudden lust for one another leads to spastic, horizontal versions of the squirm dances, during which they use their doe-eyed expressions to wash one another's faces.

And the central couple, Timothy and Jonathan? Nothing. Imagine wooden marionettes set to swinging so that they crash into each other periodically. Now replace one of the marionettes with Margaret Lanterman's log, and the other with Margaret Lanterman's log's stunt double. That's the level of intimacy the director coaxes out of his actors.

Lemme see--rugby, dancing, the gay...oh, yes! The Shakespeare! The screenwriter decided that certain parts of the script needed to be in Shakespearean verse. Since Shakespeare is all dead and stuff, the screenwriter gamely assumes the role, wielding iambic pentameter like a toddler with a ball peen hammer. But which is worse--how the fake Shakespeare is written or how the real Shakespeare is acted? It's difficult to know. It's difficult to care.

And what the whatwhat is going on with kooky-old-bird drama teacher? At first she's your garden-variety champion-of-the-arts educator. ("This school has put on a senior Shakespeare play for 273 years, and the boys have always played women, and you, Cardboard Cutout Homophobic Rugby Coach, will not stop us!") Later, she manifests a PTA-meeting-enchanting superpower. ("Worried Protagonist's Mom, Concerned Girlfriend, my spell will hold them only for so long! Go find Timothy, instead of staying at this meeting I brought you to for no reason whatsoever!") Is she Mrs. Chips or Galadriel's wacky cousin Mitzy? I'll take either option, but just the one, thank you.

And riddle me this: how could the film's director direct her to direct Shakespeare by letting the boys speak one line, then taking over their performances? It's as if he had no idea how actors are effectively directed. (Ding ding ding! Correct!)

But, fellow gays, (and harold, if you're back from your walk,) if you must see this movie out of the outmoded, knee jerk support our community gives to any mediocre entertainment with a pink patina, give it a few months. It will play on Logo forever, if not on an endless loop on Logo II.

come on after all it was his first feature length film, based on a short he did a while back...
i saw it and really thought it was good, not in the oscar catagory but good.

i totally cried at the end of TNG: THe Perfect Mate - when Kamala tells Picard that she has accidentally bonded with him and that she will carry out her marriage with her new husband because through Picard she has learned a sense of duty.
oh so sad and beautiful.

I saw this in Chicago a few months ago and LOVED it. I would bring all my friends to see it -- but according to the film times, it is only shown at one theater for this week, from Monday to Thursday. WTF?

I guess I'll have to wait until it's available on DVD.

UPDATE: Thank you, Metro Cinemas, for playing this over the weekend!

No fear Dear Lindsy.... o! (:captain your own under-pants and you'll be quite all right.

Ho-lee shit. This sounds like the most hilariously campy gay film ever. I've never even SEEN a gay film, and I know this to be true. I almost feel a compulsion to see just how badly-acted and badly-gayed this film can get.