Have you picked up the latest issue of the
LA Weekly? The
cover story is about openly gay Superman Returns director Bryan Singer. The article, written by Scott Foundas is sort of adorable. One of the conceits of the story is that as Singer gets a little tipsy on gin & tonics (it's the drink of champions, I tell you), he goes from being coy to being a bit confessional. He admits that professionally he's "done quite a lot. On the other side, I've done nothing. On the personal side, I've really not evolved at all". He talks about how for four years his house had no furniture and how he'd really like a boyfriend.
I really liked this article for a few reasons. First off, I am a HUGE fan of Singer's movies. He has a wonderful sensibility that finds the truth in big moments as well as small ones. Secondly, everyone I know seems to hate Bryan Singer- and this story really humanizes him. Basically, in West Hollywood, Singer, who by all means should be the town's favorite son (an openly gay, hot director who turned the X-Man franchise into a passionate plea for equality while not fucking up the awesomeness of the original comics), but instead he's reviled.
"Bryan Singer likes young boys." "Bryan has coke parties in the hills where he sleeps with hundreds of twinks" (this story was dramatized on
Queer as Folk when Justin meets a thinly-veiled parody of Singer.. and by "thinly veiled", I mean "they cast a guy with blue eyes and dark hair to play the Singer role"), "Why won't Bryan call me?", blah blah blah.
I've met Bryan once at Beige. He was very polite and genuine and had no real need to be either. I occasionally see him at the Coffee Bean & Teal Leaf on Santa Monica- and yes, he has a posse and yes, he's got a Lamborghini parked outside. So what? Or rather, how cool is that?
I know that I'm getting upset over nothing- that people are going to be jealous and people are going to gossip in any town, be it Smallsville or WeHo, but this whole gay ghetto thing is so infuriating. Bryan's successful, does great work for the community, is you know, way hot- the closest thing this town has to a real-life gay superhero. I can feel the twinge of jealousy at his stupendous success as well, but I'd rather admire what Bryan's done, what he continues to do. After all, jealousy is just admiration infused with bitterness.
Plus, the guy drinks gin & tonics: Drink of champions.
P.S.- Seeing the film tomorrow! Ha HA!
