Mommy Dearest? Patsy Ramsey, the mother of slain 6-year-old beauty queen JonBenet died over the weekend, after a lengthy battle with ovarian cancer. Like many people, I was fascinated by this case, yet was never able to really get a sense of what probably happened (despite my lengthy history of successful armchair sleuth work). If Patsy Ramsey had nothing to do with her daughter's death, then it's an awful tragedy that she spent the last decade of her life without her baby -- and living under cloud of suspicion. But if as many suspect she covered up for her husband's dirty deed, may she rot in hell. I guess if Judgment Day does exist, Mrs. Ramsey has certainly faced hers. (WP)
Fortnight Prediction: Wimbledon starts today and like many years, the women's draw is "completely open." I caught the Justine Henin-Hardenne-Anastasia Myskina final at Eastbourne over the weekend and was stunned by the quality of the match (if you recall the French Open, you know this is hardly the rule in women's tennis). I'll be very curious to see who comes out on top in both draws, but you can certain Rafael Nadal will not be a part of the men's title match. (WP)
Tour de Lance: It's not enough that Lance Armstrong gave Sheryl Crow cancer, now it turns out he might have been using performance-enhancing drugs to win all those races -- and then threatened those who knew about it? (AP)
When Gay Was Risque: There's a nice piece about the evolution of gay cinema over on MSNBC.com. Of particular interest is the nod it gives to "Parting Glances," an oft-overlooked "gay masterpiece" that I wrote about last year when the DVD was finally released: Dave White writes: "If you were queer and living in some small town in the 1980s, you could rent this movie at the video store and indulge in the fantasy that you were really in New York with a complicated boyfriend and lots of bohemian pals in the Village and you’d be cool and grown-up and going out to see Ann Magnuson perform somewhere every night. It wouldn’t even scare you that AIDS was decimating everyone. You just wanted to go there and soak up the low-rent Keith Haring T-shirted sophistication. This movie looks cheap now but it’s a fascinating time-capsule, full of ’80s ennui and irony. And you get the odd bonus of witnessing a young Steve Buscemi packaged as a rebellious almost-sex symbol." Read what I wrote about this film and note the freaky similarities: this is exactly how I felt when my friend Mark introduced me to this film in 1987. (MSNBC)
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Dave White must have been peeking in the bedroom of my midwestern mind in the 1980s, right on down to the Ann Magnuson references. The analysis was dead on. I still love this movie, not only for what it meant to me as a scared gay boy whose first exploration of the Village was in 1983, but for its contribution to the gay man I am today. Even if my feelings come from nothing more than simple nostalgia, "Parting Glances" is still a great gay movie.
er on MSNBC.com. Of particular interest is the nod it gives to "Parting Glances," an oft-overlooked "gay masterpiece" that I wrote about last year when the DVD was finally released: Dave White writes: "If you were queer and living in some small town in the 1980s, you could rent this movie at the video store and indulge in the fantasy that you were really in New York with a complicated boyfriend and lots of bohemian pals in the Village and you’d be cool and grown-up and going out to see Ann Magnuson perform somewhere every night. It wouldn’t even scare you that AIDS was decimating everyone. You just wanted to go there and soak up the low-rent Keith Haring T-shirted sophistication. This movie looks cheap now but it’s a fascinating time-capsule, full of ’80s ennui and irony. And you get the odd bonus of witnessing a young Steve Buscemi packaged as a rebellious almost-sex symbol." Read what I wrote about this film and note the freaky similarities: this is exactly how I felt when my friend Mark introduced me to this film in 1987. (MSNBC)
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Dave White must have been peeking in the bedroom of my midwestern mind in the 1980s, right on down to the Ann Magnuson references. The analysis was dead on. I still love this movie, not only for what it meant to me as a scared gay boy whose first exploration of the Village was in 1983, but for its contribution to the gay man I am today. Even if my feelings come from nothing more than simple nostalgia, "Parting Glances" is still a great gay movie.
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