Dr. Frank Spinelli on Nabbing His Former Boy Scouts Molester
By Michael Musto
Frankie J. Alvarez in a scene from Episode 1 of 'Looking'
PECS AND THE CITY
On a way lighter note, a show about grown up, consensual activities: Looking premieres on HBO this Sunday, January 19, and gums will surely flap over it all season. It’s the gay Sex and the City, but this time, the city is San Francisco and the gays make the SATC ladies look positively celibate by comparison.
Whether looking for love or for some quick rabbity action—or both—these guys simply adore their sex-making, and the result takes us galaxies from the old days, when I used to complain about how TV and movies always portrayed gays as snappy and sexless. The Looking queens are queer as fuck!
At a December gathering of gay NYC power brokers, where they screened the first two episodes, it was a riot to hear the crowd cheer Jonathan Groff’s character googling “uncut Latin,” scream with delight over two other guys’ Olympic-caliber simultaneous orgasm, and applaud when yet another character snarled at a dickhead: “Once a meth head motherfucker, always a meth head motherfucker.”
If this sounds like gay nirvana to you, then cease Looking. You’ve found your men.
Jessie Mueller in 'Beautiful' | Photo by Joan Marcus
A NATURAL WOMAN
Heterosexuals have their own romantic problems in Broadway’s Beautiful: The Carole King Musical, the latest show to string old pop hits into a TV-movie-ish backstory of a music icon’s life (a la Jersey Boys, Baby It’s You!, and Motown: The Musical). King and her then-husband, Gerry Goffin, wrote some of the 1960s’ sweetest, most pungent hits, like “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?” and “Up on the Roof.” They’re entertainingly done in the show by a glittery parade of icon impersonators, in between scenes involving King’s ups and downs, contrasted with those of another songwriting couple, Cynthia Weil and Barry Mann. The problem is that King often gets lost in her own story. The character sometimes fades like a backup singer at the end of an old 45, and in this version, she’s basically nice, decent, won’t play strip poker, and has a gift. When Goffin turns out to be a liar, cheater, and hypochondriac, things get a little more dramatic, though King survives and triumphs all over again, still a really nice lady. Fortunately, the cast is very good, with Broadway favorite Jessie Mueller as the queenly King. When it comes to quality work on the musical stage, “you’ve got a friend” in Jessie. She gives this slickly appealing but slight exercise some heft. Still, after seeing the show, I thought, "That was nice. But I'd love to meet Carole King and find out what she's like!"
Also set in the sexually percolating 1960s, Dawn is a haunting short film directed by Rose McGowan (Charmed), who was once engaged to Marilyn Manson but has a dark, fertile mind all her own. The flick—which is playing at Sundance—goes to dangerous places, and along the way it resurrects intriguing references to old-time actors like Rock Hudson and Tab Hunter. (The yearning title character reads a real interview in which Hunter said, “I like girls to ask questions, but not too many questions.”) After a screening last week, McGowan was Skyped in to tell us, “How sad for her and the girls of the period to put those posters on the wall and say, ‘This is my idol.’ Not that there’s anything wrong with idolizing a gay man, but they were false ideas of masculinity because they had to be.”
Message of this column? God, the past was icky sometimes. Now eat the fish, bitches!