THE VOICE OF CHICAGO'S GAY, LESBIAN, BI, TRANS AND QUEER COMMUNITY SINCE 1985

Gere is certainly getting his money's worth from those dance lessons he took two years ago for Chicago. He revitalized his career showing off a determined sprightliness as the singin', dancin' Billy Flynn not seen in his other roles and he does it again in this over-the-top romantic comedy, his first movie since the smash Oscar-winning musical. Lopez, coming off a series of stinging flops and a long stretch as queen of the tabloids, finally gets to show off her dancing chops for the first time since Selena in what is essentially a supporting role.

We are once again in a fantasy screen version of our hometown. Gere plays John Clark, a prosperous accountant who's obviously at the outset of a midlife crisis. Though he's got a beautiful, though busy career-driven wife, Beverly (Susan Sarandon) and two perfectly beautiful teenage age children (including the barely glimpsed Stark Sands who played the gay son in Die Mommie Die), he needs something to renew his spirit. Lucky for John, his nightly commute on the elevated el takes him through the Loop and stops just long enough for him to glance into the second story interior of Miss Mitzi's Dance Studio. One night he spots the beautiful Paulina (Lopez) gazing longingly out the window, her face bathed in a deep amber light and he is startled out of his mundane reverie by the intense emotion on her face. On other nights he glimpses her silently sliding around the floor with her awkward partners and finally he gets off the train to investigate. Before you can say 'Gene Kelly' John has signed up for group dance lessons.

Miss Mitzi (Anita Gillette—where has she been since Moonstruck?) soon has him over his shyness and the weekly lessons help literally put a bounce back into his step. The seedy but light-filled dance studio is jammed with an assortment of stereotypical comedic characters—much like those in the little seen but kinda enjoyable, kinda icky Liza Minnelli flop musical from the late '80s, Steppin' Out. There's the large-sized (and large-hearted) Vern (Omar Miller) who wants to learn to dance for his fiancée, and the homophobic, deeply closeted Italian Stallion, Chic (Bobby Canavale), who insists that, like his name, he is there to 'meet chicks'. Toss in tipplin' Miss Mitzi, owner of the studio, Paulina's co-instructor, brash, loud, big-wigged Bobbie (Lisa Ann Walter), and Gere's co-worker, Link Peterson (Stanley Tucci), the self-described 'straight man who likes to dance around in sequins.' Admitting that he is 'walking a very lonely road,' Tucci's character wears a wig and dark make-up in order to appeal to potential dance partners and dance contest judges and live out his fantasies.

Of course that doesn't make sense but then neither does a screen full of modern-day characters who don't have cell phones (the inclusion of which would pretty much obliterate the plot), or a wife who, instead of asking her husband, 'Where have you been going every week?' hires a lovelorn detective and his verse-quoting assistant (Richard Jenkins and Nick Cannon—both hilarious) to find out.

There is not much that does make practical sense in this deeply clichéd pastiche of at least a dozen other movies. Yet, it's well cast with skilled players, has a big, happy ending (never in doubt), lots of amiable to expert, sexy dancing, and a life-affirming message that made me do a happy dance. You either go The Full Monty with this one or you stay at home with your two left feet.

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Proteus is another old-fashioned movie, albeit one poured through the relatively new mold of the gay cinema genre. Toward the end of this slow moving, 18th century interracial, forbidden queer love story, a character comments with a 'tsk tsk' about a society with, 'Such an appetite for abomination.' Three centuries later, the appetite for all things queer is stronger than ever—especially by gay audiences wanting to have their long hushed up stories finally brought to the screen. If many of these narratives easily fit the traditional methods of old Hollywood, as Proteus does, even better. Hollywood the Dream Factory certainly knew how to produce a good story and learned early that tragic couples that made audiences weep were the most successful of all.

Proteus, with its doomed lovers casting smoldering looks at each other, heavy reliance on metaphor (vividly shown through the intermittent flowering and dying 'sugar bush' plants), gorgeous cinematography, music and ingenious costume and set design, certainly fits the bill of a classic, heartbreaking love story. The movie, based on an actual history of a 1735 sodomy case, involves a Black Hottentot and a white Dutch sailor, two prisoners on Robben Island in South Africa who begin as enemies, then become sex buddies and finally, end up as lovers. This heavy-lidded male drama, with just the right amount of subplots, would have been clamored for by rival Sapphic movie queens Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich who favored such florid material. Watch it and reward yourself with a good cry. By the fade out, Proteus, not unlike its ancestors (however distant), Queen Christina, Camille, and Morocco, earns its tears.