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Grrr. Rant. Hate. Kill. Looked around but I couldn't find the topic for this so am starting fresh. Just watched 'But I'm a Cheerleader' and am now trying to calm down. For anyone that doesn't know it's supposedly a satire on hetero-fear of 'The Gay Lifestyle (pat. pend)' and the places where you get sent to be cured and made 'normal'. Christian cheerleader Megan is sent there by her parents where, unsurprisingly, she discovers she is a lesbian, falls for sulky sultry Graham and... you can guess the rest.
Now, the first forty minutes or so is quite funny, the 'evidence' for her being 'in danger' being her being a vegetarian and none too enthusiastic with her boyfriend's kissing technique, oh, and the picture in her locker.
Where the film comes unstuck is at the 'correctional centre'. Everyone else falls into a stereotype. The boys are all limp-wristed faggots, all swishy "you go Miss Thing" types who can't throw or run straight. For the girls, we have our two heroines, then sulky black-lipstick Goth, a bull-dyke with upper-lip hair and shy nerd with thick glasses. Midway through the film they sneak out to a local gay bar 'Cocksuckers', then there's the affirmative choice place, all rainbow colours, run by Lloyd Morgan-Gordon and Larry Morgan-Gordon...
Now, maybe writer/director Jamie Babbit intends to send up both sides of the sexual fence but I don't believe that ze has that intent. And at the same time ze is pointing out that the stereotypes of heterosexuality are too small to fit us all ze ends up saying "... but over here are some different stereotypes that will fit you instead."
One day we'll have queer characters that weren't abused as children, who don't schedule their day around the gym and who aren't outrageous and all-wise drag queens by night. There will be a cure for Lesbian Bed Death.
If anyone wants me I'm going to go watch Lieutenant Reed completely fail to pick up on the signs Captain Archer is giving him (Private Breakfast? "I do this for all my crew." Oh yes?) |
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