FILM FEBRUARY 5, 2013
-
Read Later
READ LATERAvailable only to subscribers. SUBSCRIBE TODAY
-
Listen
ARTICLE AUDIO
- Font Size
James Franco, that jack of all media, is on yet another artistic mission: The star of the soon-to-be-released Disney film Oz: The Great and Powerful is hell-bent on bringing gay sex into mainstream Hollywood cinema. Adding to an already considerable oeuvre of gay-themed projects such as Sal, Howl, Milk, and The Feast of Stephen, Franco and co-director Travis Matthews’s Interior. Leather Bar., which premiered at last month’s Sundance Film Festival, attempts to recreate the “missing” 40 minutes of footage that William Friedkin had to cut from his controversial 1980 film Cruising in order to obtain an ‘R’ rating from the MPAA. In the quasi-documentary, Franco discusses how it was “a little shocking” to watch two men have sex, but only because his “mind has been twisted by the way that the world has been set up around me.” “Every fucking love story is a dude that wants to be with a girl,” he says. “I’m fucking sick of that shit.” Franco then sums up Hollywood’s mentality: “Oh, don’t show gay sex, don’t do that, that’s the fucking devil. In previews, show people getting blown away and killed, but don’t show gay sex.”
Does he have a point? The gay rights movement has made exponential strides in the past 20 years, but one has to wonder if Hollywood has been paying attention. Sure, gay characters abound on television, from “Modern Family” to “Glee” to “The New Normal,” but beyond the split-second lip lock, audiences are rarely being exposed to man-on-man action. Even in celebrated gay movies such as Brokeback Mountain or My Own Private Idaho, the camera usually cuts away just before the action turns R-rated. By largely ignoring gay male sexuality onscreen, Hollywood seems to be reinforcing the shame associated with gay sex. This is doubly disappointing given that Hollywood is home to some of the gay community’s strongest allies, celebrities who spoke out against Prop 8 in California, hold countless AIDS fundraisers, and participate in “It Gets Better” videos.
If anything, things may be getting worse. None of this year’s Oscar nominations for acting involve a gay role. And even when Hollywood has bestowed an award for playing gay, it’s always been given to a straight actor who had the “courage” to take on the role, a la Tom Hanks in Philadelphia or William Hurt in Kiss of the Spider Woman. No openly gay actor has ever won an Academy Award.
The movie studios told Soderbergh his Liberace biopic was "too gay."
When discussing his Liberace biopic, Behind the Candelabra, soon to premiere on HBO, Steven Soderbergh has repeatedly chastised the movie studios for turning down his movie as “too gay.” "We went to everybody in town," Soderbergh told The Wrap. "We needed $5 million. Nobody would do it…. They said it was too gay. Everybody. This was after Brokeback Mountain, by the way…. I was stunned.” And when repeatedly asked about his gay sex scenes in Kill Your Darlings, which also premiered at Sundance, Daniel Radcliffe told MTV: “It’s interesting that it’s deemed shocking. For me, there’s something very strange about that because we see straight sex scenes all the time…. I don’t know why a gay sex scene should be any more shocking than a straight sex scene.”
Why indeed.1 But Hollywood largely caters to one audience in particular—straight males—and occasionally to less-profitable audiences, like straight women or children. In an industry as averse to risk and as driven by the bottom line as the film business, it’s not all that surprising that gay male sex rarely, if ever, makes it to the screen: Studio heads have long been convinced that gay storylines don’t play well, and that gay sex turns audiences off. But shouldn’t we be seeing some cracks in this aversion to onscreen male-on-male sex? Why, if our culture has become more accepting of LGBT rights, do these feelings linger?
There’s a long-held belief that homophobia originates partly from an inherent disgust that many straight men feel at the thought of gay sex. Consider the infamous poker scene in the first season of “Louie,” when Nick DiPaolo says to Rick Crom, the one gay comedian in the room: “I know it’s a free country, Rick, and I don’t care what you guys do… but I gotta be honest… it really makes me sick, and not on a political-Bible level either. I mean, just picturing you touch another guy’s dick, that’s gross.” Jesse Bering, writing in Scientific American, highlights Harvard psychologist Dr. Yoel Inbar’s study of a possible evolutionary cause behind straight male “disgust”: “Individuals belonging to unfamiliar groups, especially those who engaged in unusual practices regarding food, cleanliness and sex, posed a higher risk of carrying novel (and therefore particularly dangerous) infectious agents. Perceiving such individuals would thus activate the behavioral immune system and cause avoidance behavior and the accompanying emotion of disgust.”
Can it be this deep-seated? Has evolution somehow passed down an inherent disgust with gay sex in order to keep straight men from neglecting their duties to propagate the species? Certainly one way, perhaps even the most prominent way, straight men define their masculinity is by an intrinsic rejection of all things that don’t reinforce this masculinity. Even among the most enlightened of straight men, you will often find a lingering fondness for locker room bravado, a tendency to tease and mock any action thought of as feminine or weak, something that may have more to do with the courting rituals and social hierarchies of the animal kingdom than we may think.
Still, it’s not like straight men are disgusted by blowjob scenes in hetero porn. If the only difference is the gender of the mouth doing the bobbing, it’s hard to believe this disgust is simply genetic. It may in fact be far more sociological in nature, a notion reinforced by a culture that has been demonizing gays for decades and has only recently begun to change course. Given more time for these cultural barriers to fall, straight men might become less sensitive to the sight of gay male sex. Numerous studies have shown that among the current generation of high school and college students, acceptance of homosexuality has increased considerably, experimentation beyond fixed orientations is growing, and the need to adopt one-size-fits-all labels such as “gay” and “straight” seems to be on the wane. “Studies have shown that people can be habituated to stimuli that trigger disgust over time,” Bering writes, citing a study that found medical students’ disgust toward dead bodies fell significantly over a semester. The problem, he says, is gay secrecy: “As long as we remain out of sight, we remain foreign—and thus likely to trigger disgust in the minds of those prone to hypervigilance.” In other words, the more straight men are exposed to gay sex, the less it will bother them—so get cracking, boys!
Certainly visibility is important. In fact, visibility has been the driving force behind the progress of the gay rights movement. But gays are hardly the only ones complaining about a lack of representation in Hollywood. Latinos, African-Americans, even women have long been underrepresented, too, and all of us seem to be shouting into the void. Instead, maybe gay men and their sympathizers should go out and make these movies themselves. Stop engaging in sheepish self-censorship and create films that depict our lives with the fullness we expect onscreen, passionate sex and all. Push the envelope, but not just to provoke titillation or disgust; rather, to illustrate that sex is as regular a part of our lives as it is a straight person’s.
This doesn’t mean gays need give up on Hollywood, or stop celebrating the straight actors, like Franco, who are trying to bring their stories to the mainstream. But we need to get beyond the “Access Hollywood” mentality of asking every straight actor playing gay what it was like to kiss a man, which only reinforces our “otherness.” Instead, gay men should convince the industry that its focus on such a narrow audience might be causing its economic woes. How many times can Hollywood executives act flummoxed at the success of not-for-straight-men movies such as The Help or The Blind Side? Television ratings for shows like “Modern Family” prove there’s plenty of money to be made without appealing to straight teenage boys (or to adults who think like them).
Not that the audience for movies featuring gay intimacy will ever match, say, the audience for the next Transformers. But they don’t have to; they just need to bring a return on their investment. A lot of blockbusters fail, and a lot of smaller movies surprise—movies such as A Single Man, Beginners, and Boys Don’t Cry all outperformed their budgets. One day Hollywood might begin to acknowledge its own homophobia, but why wait? The movies can still be made, the hypocrisies questioned, the push for normalcy furthered. It’s already happening: In movies such as Keep the Lights On, Kill Your Darlings and Weekend, gay directors are portraying gay sex on the big screen, and being praised for it.
So maybe James Franco is on to something. But what a shame that the gay community still must pin its hopes on straight actors to bring our stories to the screen. In a country where the president mentions gays in his inaugural address, and where the eventual nationwide legality of same-sex marriage seems all but a foregone conclusion, one would hope that our Tinseltown allies would stop talking about how much they support gay rights and start advancing the cause through the hugely influential mass medium at their disposal.
Eric Sasson is a contributor to The Wall Street Journal and the author of the story collection Margins of Tolerance. Follow him on Twitter @idazlei.
5 comments
The content of Hollywood movies has almost never been driven by social conscience or a scheme to counteract this-or-that socialization. Maintream movies reflect socialization. Sometimes they take a stand, and they congratulate themselves for it, but they're typically late to the party and only arrive when there's little to no risk of profit-destroying corporate martyrdom. The overriding question is always what will sell, what will entertain customers. Studios may be moved to make concessions to groups who complain about disparities in representation or the portrayal of stereotypes, but those concessions are harmless. They don't involve introducing an element that the audience finds unappealing. Movies are about pushing audience buttons, not about rewiring them, and that means excluding a good deal of actual human experience -- most of it, in fact. So long as male gay sex scenes push the wrong buttons, whatever the origin of the wiring, you're not going to see a lot of them -- just as you're not going to see many sex scenes between, say, senior citizens or unattractive couples, or many sex scenes that are otherwise realistic. The movie-goer's heart wants what it wants. Maybe as younger folks not socialized in just the same way as their parents come of age, the heart's desires will expand, but Hollywood won't be leading the charge. It never has. In fact, it seems that Hollywood has largely given up on sex scenes altogether. The typical adult film entertainment right up through the 90s consisted of either the adorable romantic comedy (which, of course, left sex out, because sex isn't really Meg-Ryan-adorable) or the Hitchcockian suspense film (that usually included sex among its naughty charms). Hollywood has pretty much closed the book on both of those genres, seeming to be far more interested in horror, violence, action, or gross-out/misogynistic comedy than romance, erotic or otherwise, or old-fashioned suspense. Only one of the movies nominated for best picture this year has a romance at its center -- Silver Linings Playbook -- and it almost feels like a throwback in that regard. And that movie, true to form, leaves sex out, substituting sex with sexy dancing, which is more crowd-pleasing. So, sure, let's have more gay romance, or any romance -- one worries that Hollywood's one-time romantic spirit has left it, replaced by a sensibiliy that is cruel, crude, and cold. As for male gay eroticism, I guess I'm among those jerks who isn't charmed and isn't likely to be, which I don't think I can help. As Sarah Silverman once said in her act in explaing why she wants nothing to do with anal sex, "Um, first of all -- doody comes out of there. Okay? Second of all, f---ing doody comes out of there. I don't need two reasons when doody's involved." Yes, yes, it's disgust, it's irrational (like all feelings of disgust, or love, or most things), but whaddya gonna do? Not allow such attitues affect law, policy, or social interaction. That's easy. Harder to rewire those buttons, though.
- JakeH
February 5, 2013 at 6:24pm
Excellent comment, Jake, even if you are too prissy to say "shit" despite the frank language in the rest of your comment. When I was 19, and had just flunked out of college, a man lured me to a corner of beach and propositioned me. I was so inexpierenced that I was as shocked as my girlfriend was when I first put my hand inside her bra. When I was 20, I worked on a Chevrolet assembly line with a macho, all male crew. One Monday, men were swapping weekend "war stories" about their explots from the sexual wars. One guy, big and tough but a nice guy said, "I picked up this really hot chick at a bar. As we left, she said to me, 'Follow me home in your car.' When we got there (I was really excited by then) she unlocked the door and we were greeted by a man. I thought, oh, oh, this is going to be trouble. She said, 'This is my husband. He has something he is going to say to you.' I was ready for a big fight. Her husband said, 'I suppose you plan to fuck my wife. Well, here's the thing. After we got married, I realized I like men better. So we came to an agreement. I said, "You bring home some hot men. If they will blow me, they get to fuck you." Then he looked at me and asked, "Deal?"'" All the men in the factory work group laughed knowingly. I stood there (a naive young kid) with my mouth wide open in shock. The guy telling the story laughed in a not unkind way. He said to me, "I can see you are shocked. When you get a little older, you will realize it's no big deal to suck a cock. Especially if it takes you to a really hot chick. My granddaughter has two mommies in Seattle and two daddies (sperm donor and partner) in Chicago. One day I was visiting my granddaughter and as I walked up to the front door, I saw the two daddies cuddling on the couch. (Nothing explicit or improper, just cuddling, as any pair of lovers might behave in public. I felt a visceral shock for a few seconds, and then thought, "Oh, yeah. No big deal, is it?" After my higher cortex took over.
- skahn
February 5, 2013 at 7:27pm
Generally agree but, just a side note, isn't it Silverman who's too prissy to say 'shit'?
- ironyroad
February 5, 2013 at 7:45pm
Yeah, "doody" is Silverman's word, not because she's prissy -- she says "fucking" in the same sentence and is talking about anal sex -- but because "doody" is funnier.
- JakeH
February 5, 2013 at 8:26pm
SHOW ALL 2 RESPONSES
Skahn, your beach story reminds me of my Central Park story. I'm innocently reading my New Yorker in the Ramble, birds chirping, leaves rustling, bottle of lemonade at my side. The Ramble is the part of Central Park that's basically a dense little forest with lots of winding paths. You can get lost in there and lose sight of surrounding civilization -- how charming! Right in the heart of Manhattan! I didn't know how others took advantage of its seclusion. Good looking jogger dude comes up and asks for a sip of my lemonade. (I know, this is getting hot, right?) Being dense, I merely say, yeah, sure, bemused by this otherwise nice man's forwardness. With my showing more interest in my magazine than further conversation, the dude jogs away. Perhaps thinking I was just shy, he soon reappears, though, his formidable cock exposed and at full attention, pointing down the path like Lassie's snout, and he just sort of saunters on by, as if to say, "Hmm?" Finally getting the picture, I furrow my brow. Dude says, "This bother you?" And I, doing my best De Niro, say, "Li'l bit." He moves on. And thus I was introduced to the reality that even post-Giuliani, even post-Times-Square-Disnification, some parts of Manhattan retained their sinful flavor. Too bad it was the most serene, sun-dappled part. ***** I also like your Chevy-building buddy story, though I gotta say, not sure I completely share his sexually easy-going sentiments. Until it happens to me....
- JakeH
February 5, 2013 at 9:14pm