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

In a summer filled with movies overtly and quietly gay we now have one designed for the crowd above, the anti-gay Without A Paddle. But political correctness aside, the reason to skip it is because it's not stupid enough to be funny (like Dude, Where's My Car? for example) or funny enough to overlook sexual insensitivity. It's just stupid—and felt like the little bags of poop that are dropped on the villains heads during one 'hilarious' scene.

But back to the anti-gay scene, the movie's supposed comedic pinnacle. The three male 20-something leads, longtime friends, are lost in the woods dressed only in their underwear (convenient, eh?). It's the middle of the night and in the midst of a freezing rain, the friends are crouched under an outcropping. 'Our only chance is to huddle our bodies together for warmth,' one dude says. 'I for one choose death,' says the second as the laughter in the audience kicked in.

Resigned to either squeeze together or die of hypothermia, the dudes tentatively reach for each other as R. Kelly's 'Bump 'N Grind' plays on the soundtrack. By the time the three are packed together like sardines, the theater audience was hysterical. But wait, there's more! To cap off the scene, the little dude starts talking about a girl he has the hots for and before you can say 'Viagra' he's got a hard on that—HORRORS—touches his best dude-pal!!! It's just too much for the three dudes-stooges, who break apart, seriously grossed out and seriously screaming, man. This was also too much for the audience who howled their heads off.

Okay, so why did this 'huddle together' scene in this dim-witted little nothing of a movie piss me off so much? It's not like it's not the last in a long list of other straight guys forced to touch each other scenes in lots of other dumb jock pictures. Is it because it brought back that moment in the jock bar when I was the one without a paddle? Could be. Or is it perhaps that although gay visibility no longer seems to be an issue, the new 'openness' is causing a not so subtle cultural divide of Tsunami proportions? Getting closer.

Culturally, gay seems to be good (read: $$$) with endless examples of out television actors, musicians, writers and stage performers openly doing their thing without a peep from the right. But movies are still, I think, the great cultural American barometer and it's still okay to make movies that show guys terrified of being touched—even accidentally—by other guys. Dodgeball, Anchorman and a slew of other 'dude' parody comedies this summer at least had the progressiveness to leave the jokes about the 'girlie men' on the cutting-room floor. But Without A Paddle not only makes this anti-gay scene the supposed comedic high point of this twaddle, it's included in the trailer so even the kiddies and the homophobes at home can laugh along. Hilarious!

Perhaps I just need to lighten up and let stuff like this go like I did that night at the jock bar I mentioned above. I'd been having a good time until the gay jokes kicked in, after all. Once the moment passed and the contest winner declared, I found the guy who'd phoned me up with the story idea in the first place. I knew he'd be embarrassed for me about the gay slurs, wouldn't have taken them seriously and we said goodnight without mentioning them. This young man is 26 and I've known him all his life. I'm going to send him this column as he's always asking me for movie recommendations—and movies to avoid. I'll suggest, naturally, that he and his friends cross Without A Paddle off their lists—cause his uncle is a touchy old queen who sometimes gets easily offended—and not just by lousy movies.

Bad week for movies,

good week for DVD's:

The first season of Night Gallery, Rod Serling's supernatural anthology series, arrives. Stuffed with name stars and creepy episodes, Night Gallery holds up, I think, much better than Serling's other series, The Twilight Zone. Unlike the video version, the DVD's include the long out of print Night Gallery pilot movie—highlighted by the thrilling Joan Crawford segment directed by first timer Steven Spielberg fresh out of film school.

How can you not love a movie that features Linda Blair as a poor little rich girl in green spandex driving one of those monster Excalibur cars and roller skating up and down Venice Beach in a movie called Roller Boogie? This 1979 bomb put an end to Blair's big-screen career and though the DVD is short on extras (only the trailer is added), it's the perfect first course for your very own 'bad movie night buffet.' Roller skates and disco ball not included.

Local Screening:

Chicago Filmmakers (5243 N. Clark St.) will screen Outfoxed, the documentary that tracks the descent of Fox News Channel's 'race to the bottom' in television news, on Aug. 22 and 29 at 7 p.m. (admission is $7). Discussions of the film will be led by The Public Square, a debate society, at area locations on Aug. 31 and Sept. 3, (312) 993-0682 for info on the discussion series.