You know how I know you’re gay? You saw the Sex and the City movie.
The above clip was made a few weeks prior to the opening of SATC, which has cemented itself into film history as perhaps the most chicky chick flick ever made. But I find it even more interesting (and more pointed than actually funny) after seeing the box office figures. I wish there had been some kind of tracking done over the weekend of how much of that money came, respectively, from women, from gay men and from - God forbid - straight men.
Whether or not a heterosexual man has seen SATC is now officially a gauge of his manhood. Up there with liking beer, fighting, trucks, guns, chopping wood, etc. OR, in my honest opinion, up there with being comfortable with wearing a dress, putting on eye makeup, crying, giving another man a hug, etc. I have no reason to see SATC because I never watched the TV show, but I almost feel I should sit through it to PROVE my manhood. No need for push ups and skeet shooting, as the dude in the video thinks. Those activities are actually tools of repression for men who aren’t comfortable enough with their sexuality.
Unfortunately, the era of celebrating the metrosexual has come and gone, and we now have to discuss, as AJ Schnack (emphasizing his MANhood in all caps) has done this morning, the rage against the SATC movie. According to the LA Times, it should have been easier to find $2/gallon gas than a straight man watching SATC. With the weekend behind us, I can only fear the reports of men being severely beaten by alpha-males as they exit cinemas in some kind of gay-bashing ritual. Hopefully, we’re culturally above such a thing, but with all the women at the movies this weekend, and groups of men morally fending for themselves in testosterone-heavy groups, I don’t doubt the chance that the media triggered something awful.
Two months ago, I heard multiple male moans (I refer to them as anti-orgasms) when the male nudity came on screen in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Coincidentally, I also separately watched both The Piano and Down and Out in Beverly Hills with audiences that month, and both films evoked similar responses with their respective displays of male anatomy (I wonder if it was OK for men to watch the bulging manliness exhibited in Bigger, Stronger, Faster as an alternative this weekend). In a way, I feel like SATC’s theatrical release was like one big scrotum in the face of heterosexual men around the country, and those who averted their eyes are in need of some serious growing up and adjustment.
[thanks to The Movie Blog for alerting us to today's clip]
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