Monday, April 28, 2008
Walking out after Harold & Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay, I wasn't just offended by its disgust with the physical realities of homosexual sex, I was practically heartbroken. For a film that does such a great job of lampooning ignorance (while never once aiming for applause instead of laughs), lesbians making out were awesome and men making out were befuddling. Even if you wanted to argue that the jokes about having to give blowjobs and handjobs were acknowledging Harold & Kumar's heterosexual reality rather than promoting their revulsion, its surprising that the makers never bothered to give it a twist - every other subculture got one! I've enjoyed stupid movies that lazily played with "gay fear" before (most comedies do), but rarely does it go so far against what makes a film remarkable.
Then I remembered Neil Patrick Harris. Having one of the most well-known out actors under 40 steal the movie by playing himself as a ball-tripping cocksman is more than enough subversion to make up for some easy prison rape jokes. The way Escape From Guantanamo Bay expands on the original's cultural observations without going slack makes it the Godfather, Part II of comedy, complete with revelatory flashbacks. So I'm praying they leave it at this.