Dear oh dear. Watching Craig the Sniveller this evening was like being transported back in time to some dreary 1950s/'60s Twilight World Of The Homosexual, when sad, closeted, self-loathing inverts lingered on the fringes of 'normal' society, becoming weirdly, doomily obsessed with straight boys. In fact, the Craig/Anthony dynamic is the plot of 1963 'kitchen sink' cult favourite (and Morrissey's 2nd favourite film ever), The Leather Boys: closeted, self-loathing invert befriends straight male newlywed; quickly becomes queenily possessive, and attempts to widen cracks in straight boy's marital relationship; gets horribly upset when straight boy insists on still liking women. The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name is never explicitly named.
On the one hand, I'm with Derek in that I can sympathise to a certain extent with the adolescent pain of unrequited love for (or at least, forming a strong 'crush' on) someone unattainable. For all Craig's "destroying people's lives" posturing, I suspect he never has had an intimate relationship, certainly not with another male. He's just too callow, and his insistence (to Saskia and Maxwell) that he can't go public with his "secret" crush because his parents don't know he's other-than-heterosexual is a laughably flimsy rationalisation of failure to acknowledge his sexuality.
On the other hand, Craig's narcissism is, at times, quite jaw-dropping. No matter who's doing what to whom, it's alllll about him, and how the cruel, cruel world's dealt him an evil blow in not making heterosexual men fancy him. Those around him are actually treating Craig with immense kindness - as well as Derek's consolation, both Anthony and Maxwell are, for young straight males, surprisingly patient and tender with him - which I suspect wouldn't be returned if positions were reversed. Craig's transparent jealousy, spiteful attempts to split (suck his fingers, and it's a fabulous joke; suck Kemal's fingers and it's "evil") and general incomprehension of do-as-you-would-be-done-by outwith his own narrow self-interest continue to limit one's sympathy.
And then, there's his admission that he once fried a butterfly in a microwave, which makes me wonder how highly he'd score on psychopathy scales... |