Beefcake, gay subtexts, and queer representation in mass media from the 1950s to the present
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Oct 26, 2019
"Daybreak": Saving the Non-Gender Specific Person in Distress
I was definitely planning to skip the new Netflix drama Daybreak, about teenagers surviving the apocalypse while the adults are all zapped. Riot Girls, The Last Kids on Earth, Nowhere Boys....I've seen it all before.
More importantly, the promo is all about Josh (Colin Ford) trying to reconnect with the Girl of His Dreams. What does that even mean? It's heterosexist brainwashing. How about a new mantra: so many girls, so little time, how can I choose?
Plus Colin Ford has nice abs, but attended a evangelical Christian school, has starred in heartwarming productions, and "has never been accused as a gay."
So I was noping my way out of there when I read that his sidekick in the show is gay.
It wouldn't hurt to take a look.
Episode #1: A narrating Josh, aka Ferris Bueller, thinks that the post-apocalypse is awesome. Sure, everyone over 18 (and, one assumes, under 10) melted into goo or turned into trudging "ghoulies," roving gangs are kidnapping kids to "turn into hummus," and Sam, the Girl of His Dreams, has vanished, but you can get all the fast cars and glitzy gear you want. It evens out.
Josh hears a girl screaming as Golf-Team cannibals prepare to eat her, and rushes to the rescue. "Let the girl go," he says, "and I'll leave you to whatever circle jerk you have planned for tonight."
"That's tomorrow night," the gang leader, Terry (Chester Rushing, left), tells him, pointing out that gender norms don't exist anymore, so gay sex is no longer shameful.
Not to worry,they still throw around homophobic slurs. Gay sex is still shameful.
So Josh rescues the foul-mouthed 10-year old Angelica. Then they encounter Wesley (Austin Crute), a gay black bully (I've never seen those three words together before) turned Asian-wisdom spouting street samurai.
After battling the Mad Max-style Turbo Jock, the trio heads to the mall, where reputedly Sam is being held captive by the evil Baron Triumph. No Sam, and the evil baron turns out to be Eli (Gregory Kashyan), a former poor kid now holed up in the mall. The only other resident is The Witch, aka Mrs. Crumble, a deranged, semi-zombified former biology teacher.
Kind of derivative, with boring flashbacks, and why did Josh rush to rescue a girl, when a moment before he just watched while a boy was dragged to his death.
Right -- the Girl.
I'll just sample some other episodes.
They turn the mall into a free zone, for kids who didn't belong to a clique before the apocalypse, and try to live as normally as possible. They even hold a "welcome to being alive" prom, with a gender-neutral ruler instead of a king and queen.
Although ostensibly the "good guy" leader whom everyone loves, Josh is rather jerk-like. When a new Asian refugee is admitted to the sanctuary, he tells her that he's the new ICE, and she has to vote for him in the upcoming election or he'll have her deported.
Not approp, dude.
There's a lot about power struggles in the Turbo Jock tribe.
Wesley turns out to be dating one of the jocks, Turbo Bro Jock (Cody Kearsley, Moose on Riverdale), who is partially melted and cannot speak.
Principal Burris (Matthew Broderick), who somehow survived being melted, wants to finish "cleansing" the world by setting off a bomb.
Fade out kiss? Well, Wesley and Turbo Jock Bro get one, but not Sam and Josh. She rejects him in the end. Turns out that she never needed rescuing, and she never wanted to be his girlfriend; all of this dreamy romance-stuff was in his head.
Who'd have thought, Josh as unreliable narrator? How postmodern! I might have to go back and watch this after all.
Oct 24, 2019
The ABC Saturday Superstar Movie
When I was in junior high in the 1970s, the anthology series The ABC Saturday Superstar Movie grabbed kids and teens (and sometimes adults) from live-action sitcoms and put them into badly-animated adventures:
The kids from The Brady Bunch are trapped on a desert island.
The Nanny and the Professor kids tackle spies.
Gidget (who actually hadn't been on tv for a decade) tackles smugglers.
Ann Marie from That Girl goes to Wonderland.
I watched sometimes -- it was pleasant to see some of my mega-crushes, like Greg Brady and David Doremus (from Nanny and the Professor), even in animated form.
And there was plenty of animated beefcake, like this hunk, a cousin of Tabitha and Adam from Bewitched who plays in a pop group in a circus, or something.
Besides, the only other option was Scooby-Doo.
But the stories varied in the quality of their animation, and their level of ridiculousness.
Yogi Bear flies around with Hanna-Barbera characters in a giant ark, ridding the world of bigotry, greed, sloppiness, and lack of niceness (all caused by mad scientists with ray guns).
Warner Brothers stars Porky and Daffy clash with The Groovy Ghoulies from Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
The absolute worst was Popeye and the Man Who Hated Laughter, which aired on October 7th, 1972.
I would love to hear the conversation in the board room at ABC:
"Let's do a cartoon special about newspaper comics! Kids love reading the newspaper, right?"
Um...no, we didn't.
"Great idea! We can include all of their favorite comic strip characters -- Jiggs and Maggie, Tim Tyler, Mandrake the Magician, The Little King, the Katzenjammer Kids, the Phantom..."
Right, comic strips that were last popular 40 years before we were born!
They added Popeye, another character from ancient days who was having something of a renaissance on Saturday morning cartoons.
And a plot was created about a mad scientist who hates laughter, so he kidnaps the source of most of the world's laughter -- characters from doddering, long-forgotten comic strips. The only way they can escape is to convince him that laughter is not so bad after all. So they put on an idiotic talent show.
The only song I remember is: "Hi, my name is Iodine, and I'm feeling so fine, doing the comic strip rag."
"Rag" was a dance craze from before World War I.
Well, at least you could see The Phantom and Bluto together.
See also: 1970s Saturday Morning Beefcake; Gay Subtexts in "Bringing Up Father."
The kids from The Brady Bunch are trapped on a desert island.
The Nanny and the Professor kids tackle spies.
Gidget (who actually hadn't been on tv for a decade) tackles smugglers.
Ann Marie from That Girl goes to Wonderland.
I watched sometimes -- it was pleasant to see some of my mega-crushes, like Greg Brady and David Doremus (from Nanny and the Professor), even in animated form.
And there was plenty of animated beefcake, like this hunk, a cousin of Tabitha and Adam from Bewitched who plays in a pop group in a circus, or something.
Besides, the only other option was Scooby-Doo.
But the stories varied in the quality of their animation, and their level of ridiculousness.
Yogi Bear flies around with Hanna-Barbera characters in a giant ark, ridding the world of bigotry, greed, sloppiness, and lack of niceness (all caused by mad scientists with ray guns).
Warner Brothers stars Porky and Daffy clash with The Groovy Ghoulies from Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
The absolute worst was Popeye and the Man Who Hated Laughter, which aired on October 7th, 1972.
I would love to hear the conversation in the board room at ABC:
"Let's do a cartoon special about newspaper comics! Kids love reading the newspaper, right?"
Um...no, we didn't.
"Great idea! We can include all of their favorite comic strip characters -- Jiggs and Maggie, Tim Tyler, Mandrake the Magician, The Little King, the Katzenjammer Kids, the Phantom..."
Right, comic strips that were last popular 40 years before we were born!
They added Popeye, another character from ancient days who was having something of a renaissance on Saturday morning cartoons.
And a plot was created about a mad scientist who hates laughter, so he kidnaps the source of most of the world's laughter -- characters from doddering, long-forgotten comic strips. The only way they can escape is to convince him that laughter is not so bad after all. So they put on an idiotic talent show.
The only song I remember is: "Hi, my name is Iodine, and I'm feeling so fine, doing the comic strip rag."
"Rag" was a dance craze from before World War I.
Well, at least you could see The Phantom and Bluto together.
See also: 1970s Saturday Morning Beefcake; Gay Subtexts in "Bringing Up Father."
Oct 20, 2019
"LIving with Yourself": A Techno Take on the Identical Cousin Trope
Miles (Paul Rudd) is a middle-class heterosexual shlub with problems out of a John Updike novel: he's bad at his job selling amalgamated sprockets, bad at his marriage, overweight, under-appreciated, and probably infertile.
His jerk coworker Dan (Desmin Borges, below) tells him about a spa where, for $50,000, you get a "full cleansing," body, mind, and soul." So, in a midlife-crisis desperation move, Miles decides to empty his savings and go.
Even after it turns out to be in a dingy galleria, run by two sinister-looking mad scientists playing on anti-Asian stereotypes, who strap him to a guerney and administer an anaesthetic.
He awakens in his underwear, in a plastic bag, buried in a shallow grave in the woods.
Wait -- if he was in the plastic bag for a long time, wouldn't he suffocate?
Just go with it.
Miles finally makes it home, only to discover a doppelganger in bed with his wife.
Turns out that the spa produces a clone of their clients, ages it to adulthood, adds all of its memories, and fixes all of its genetic defects, resulting in a duplicate who is stronger, smarter, more enthusiastic, more confident, and better in bed. Then they kill the original.
Just go with it.
Except somehow original Miles survived, so now there are two Miles: the original, signified by his bad hair, belly, glasses, and slouch, and the fresh-scrubbed, powerlifting, green tea-drinking, first-name-using clone. They will have to learn to live together while hiding their secret from the world.
So Living with Myself turns out to be a "my secret" comedy. I've only seen two episodes, but I can imagine the others from Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, and The Patty Duke Show.
"Take my place at the big presentation"
"Go on a romantic weekend with my wife,but don't have sex with her."
There is a deliberate gay subtext: Miles and New Miles are often mistaken for a gay couple. When determining if New Miles has an appendectomy scar, Miles gets on his knees, and a passerby thinks they are having sex and yells "Get a room!"
When New Miles decides to go off by himself, they "break up," complete with returning the wedding ring.
But no gay characters. Even Miles' ultra-butch sister (Alia Shawkat) has a heterosexual partner.
Miles visits Left (Rob Yang), one of the mad scientists, and finds him living with his small daughter.
"And wife?" Miles asked.
Left hesitates. "No." Does he mean his wife is gone, or that he never had a wife because he's gay?
The wife is gone. Gay people don't exist in this world.
Other than Paul and Paul, the male cast seems rather limited. Desmin Borges (left) as previous clone Dan.
Tom Brady, whoever that is, playing himself ("I've had the treatment six times.")
Rob Yang as the mad scientist.
Hopefully there will be some buddy bonding down the line, or some gay references other than jokes.
His jerk coworker Dan (Desmin Borges, below) tells him about a spa where, for $50,000, you get a "full cleansing," body, mind, and soul." So, in a midlife-crisis desperation move, Miles decides to empty his savings and go.
Even after it turns out to be in a dingy galleria, run by two sinister-looking mad scientists playing on anti-Asian stereotypes, who strap him to a guerney and administer an anaesthetic.
He awakens in his underwear, in a plastic bag, buried in a shallow grave in the woods.
Wait -- if he was in the plastic bag for a long time, wouldn't he suffocate?
Just go with it.
Miles finally makes it home, only to discover a doppelganger in bed with his wife.
Turns out that the spa produces a clone of their clients, ages it to adulthood, adds all of its memories, and fixes all of its genetic defects, resulting in a duplicate who is stronger, smarter, more enthusiastic, more confident, and better in bed. Then they kill the original.
Just go with it.
Except somehow original Miles survived, so now there are two Miles: the original, signified by his bad hair, belly, glasses, and slouch, and the fresh-scrubbed, powerlifting, green tea-drinking, first-name-using clone. They will have to learn to live together while hiding their secret from the world.
So Living with Myself turns out to be a "my secret" comedy. I've only seen two episodes, but I can imagine the others from Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, and The Patty Duke Show.
"Take my place at the big presentation"
"Go on a romantic weekend with my wife,but don't have sex with her."
There is a deliberate gay subtext: Miles and New Miles are often mistaken for a gay couple. When determining if New Miles has an appendectomy scar, Miles gets on his knees, and a passerby thinks they are having sex and yells "Get a room!"
When New Miles decides to go off by himself, they "break up," complete with returning the wedding ring.
But no gay characters. Even Miles' ultra-butch sister (Alia Shawkat) has a heterosexual partner.
Miles visits Left (Rob Yang), one of the mad scientists, and finds him living with his small daughter.
"And wife?" Miles asked.
Left hesitates. "No." Does he mean his wife is gone, or that he never had a wife because he's gay?
The wife is gone. Gay people don't exist in this world.
Other than Paul and Paul, the male cast seems rather limited. Desmin Borges (left) as previous clone Dan.
Tom Brady, whoever that is, playing himself ("I've had the treatment six times.")
Rob Yang as the mad scientist.
Hopefully there will be some buddy bonding down the line, or some gay references other than jokes.