I saw If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium (1969) on tv sometime in junior high. It was advertised as a hilarious comedy about a group of Ugly Americans on a whirlwind tour of Europe, but I recall it as heartbreaking. In fact, I was hesitant about revisiting it, for fear that it would bring back the intense feelings of longing and loss that had me almost in tears as a kid.
When you find something heartbreaking that the rest of the world thinks is hilarious, there must be some symbolism.
The theme song, performed by pop star Donovan, is jarringly melancholic for the introduction to a comedy:
If it's Tuesday this must be Belgium
If it's Wednesday this must be Rome
If it's Thursday this must be Montreux
I fear I never wanna go home
If this is London why ain't it raining?
The sun is shining on St. Paul's dome
If this is real then I must be dreaming
Can't wait to tell the folks back home
But after that, there's beefcake. Lots of it. Ian McShane, the Swinging Sixties Bachelor who herds the tourists around Europe, displays his body frequently as he falls for and loses prim librarian Suzanne Pleshette.
Luke Halpin, formerly a teenage hunk on Flipper (1964-67), wanders around Europe as a hippie in painted-on jeans as he falls for and loses apathetic teen Hilary Thompson.
Even the hunky Sandy Baron, fresh from his odd-couple sitcom Hey, Landlord (1966-67), displays a toned hairy chest as he rips his shirt off and dives into a Venetian canal to avoid a marriage-crazy relative. (Incidentally, Sandy Baron would become famous thirty years later on Seinfeld, as the doddering oldster Jack Klompus).
But beefcake doesn't make for poignancy.
Sandy Baron's character doesn't seem to be interested in girls, but otherwise I find no significant gay content. No male bonding, no same-sex rescues.
So why was it heartbreaking?
Maybe it was the metaphor of escape. Dozens of Boomer movies and tv programs were about people trapped in a dangerous alien world -- Gilligan's Island, My Favorite Martian, Danger Island, H.R. Pufnstuf, Lost in Space. They are desperate to get home, to return to their conventional lives, to their jobs and houses and husbands and wives and stark heterosexist conformity. But If It's Tuesday has it backwards -- the alien world is a Paradise, an escape from their conventional lives to a world of light and color and infinite possibility.
At the end of the movie they all go home -- you can't stay in Oz forever. Yo have to return to your dull factory towns, abandon your same-sex loves for the doom of job, house, wife, kids.
I wrote a poem changing the lyrics:
If this is love, then why am I crying?
These tears are falling too fast to be from joy.
These tears are falling too fast to be from joy.
If there's no hope, then why am I trying?
I wish I'd never heard of Rome







