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How queer can Queer As Folk be as
Showtimes hottest series? It depends.
If you are an activist transsexual lesbian fighting for a seat on the city council to
represent sexual minorities, it probably offers nothing much. Yet, this show wants to be everything to everybody as
the edgiest gay show in an explosion of television shows with gay characters. There's even a current documentary about the show on
VH1. As the new episodes unfold, the show seems to
be guided by the iconography it has created, glossy ads and media attention.
Season four resolves plot hangovers from season three faster than you
can say "gay soap opera." Liberty
Avenue remains the fictionalized, apparently all-white Pittsburgh gayborhood where
straights are most often one-dimensional villains and gays can become comic book
heroes, when they are not enacting scenes from the queer Our Town.
As much as the show's writers and producers seem to work every GLTB
& Q(uestioning) gay issue into the storyline, sacrificing dimensional character
development, their scope seems limited. Nothing
steers them completely away from genuflecting at the trendy stations of the gay male cross
(the club, the gym, the parties, the meat-rack) as the perpetual backdrop to queer current
events.
All is hedonistically well in the cruising district thanks to backdoor
adman Brian Kinney (Gale Harold) who has saved Liberty Avenue for dancing, drugs and sex
and even, for the more socially adventurous, gay families and gay pride.
Meanwhile, thinking out of the box is a breath of fresh air when Emmett
(Peter Paige) (shaking off his animus toward his old boyfriend Ted Schmidt) and perpetual
nice guy Michael Novotny (Hal Sparks) go off to find their inner queers (Dumpling and
ClearDay, respectively) at a gay spiritual retreat where they dress as fairies (mid-tranny
nightwear) and there are bonfire "love-circles." For the less zenned out on
camp, theres always nude volleyball.
One of the central "positive family" couples consists of
Michael and professor Ben Bruckner (Robert Gant) whose relationship is stalled in marital
bliss as they try to make a home for bad-boy runaway Hunter (played engagingly by Harris
Allan). Melanie (Michelle Clunie) and Lindsay
(Thea Gill) are back as the lesbian power-couple who are more and more becoming cutouts.
Justin has joined forces with Cody (Mitch Morris), a queer militant who
recruits him for his "pink posse" of street vigilantes to confront gay harassers
or bashers and further bait straight guys for fights. He trains Justin to retaliate
against Chris Hobbs, the classmate who almost killed him with a baseball bat after seeing
Justin and Brian dance together. The show
revisits this issue, carefully built to its gripping climax in the first season, but here,
instead of sensitivity to character, it is dealt with like a second rate Charles Bronson
flick. Harrison (so powerful in the initial
storyline) does the best he can to give it truth, but the whole scenario rings false. In a shockingly gratuitous scene, he forces Hobbs
to perform fellatio on the shaft of a pistol.
Harolds character is increasingly becoming the center of the show
which is not surprising since the actor handles dramatic conflict with depth and his
scenes with Harrison continue to float many of the episodes. The plots otherwise get thick and sometimes
sticky. Sharon Gless' bossy, big-hearted
waitress Debbie gets into a fight with her brother Vic (Jack Wetherall) when he and his
new lover move out of her house. In one scene
these two have a petty fight that leads to a forced twist.
The hapless Ted, working out his 12-steps off of a crystal-meth
addiction, is reunited with Blake (believably revived by Dean Armstrong), a former club
druggie who is now a rehab counselor. Ted
becomes a singing opera waiter and, surprisingly, the writers passed on any comic
possibilities. Its also great to see
Makyla Smith back as Justins best friend Daphne.
The sex scenes continue to be choreographed like straight soft porn,
where the principals dont move around the room naturally. In one scene Brian and Justin are in a nude
wrestling match shot more prudishly than Ken Russells homoerotic bout between Alan
Bates and Oliver Reed in Women
in Love thirty years ago. The cast
continues to be inventive in their portrayals and maybe the show will have better
focus later in the season, but in many ways the writers are dropping the soap. On the up side, the dancing at Babylon still
sizzles.
- Lewis Whittington