Saturday, December 19, 2009

so many jocks...

"Just let me get all the way in!"

Assessing the decade past, there are some sparkling diamonds worth noting. Unquestionably, the gayest and most original bubblegum monster movie of this or any other season is Victor Salva’s Jeepers Creepers (2001): aka Gay Road Trip, aka The Eyes of Justin Long.

A boy and his sister go on a road trip together. They sing songs and talk about lots of gay shit until they wind up being stalked by a big gay monster who gets off on sniffing Justin’s dirty panties. This is not me being funny, this actually happens. Does the monster makeout with the disembodied skull of a relatively attractive policeman? Yes, he does. Does the monster have absolutely no interest in Justin’s sister and only want to eat body parts of nubile young boys? Yes, he does. Moving along at a clip, this whole film plays like the first act of a much larger story.

"A gay bar, bro"

Despite the presence of Eileen Brennan as a crazy, shotgun wielding catlady, Jeepers Creepers is a day at the hockey rink compared to the unadulterated homosexuality on display in Jeepers Creepers 2 (2003), aka: The Main Course! That bitchy old queen with terrible skin is back and preying on innocent young men, swooping them up with his faggoty wings.  This time around, a bus full of dumb-as-dirt shirtless boys replaces Justin Long.  These boys are so slow that they can’t figure out how to open a window on a school bus. They’re alleged to be a sports team of some sort but they really may as well be coming back from a touring production of South Pacific.  They get trapped inside the bus, left to wait for the monster to eat them up one by one. There's an articulate African American boy as well as a psychic lesbian named Minxy on board alongside a legendary character actress, the beastly Diane Delano.  But, get this: there’s an openly gay one (he’s not even subtextually gay) named Izzy.  Izzy isn’t mincing or lascivious in the slightest, some could say he’s a protagonist. We’ve come a long way, baby!

Is this a good film? Heavens to Betsy, no, absolutely not! Jeepers Creepers is tight and specific; the sequel tries to tell an expanded story and winds up looking cheap, sloppy, nonsensical, and boring. The gay storyline goes absolutely nowhere. Maybe it’s a good thing to be able to have secondary gay characters who don’t wind up dying tragically or end up being the maniacal killer in the third act. Baby steps.  Regardless of Victor Salva’s apparent fixation with filming boys urinating, I appreciate his effort to tell an original story. Jeepers Creepers 2 is a treat to watch in bed on a hungover Sunday morning with egg nog spiked coffee filled to the brim in an oversized mug. Trust me.

Please note: The Jeepers Creepers franchise was produced by Francis Ford Coppola's American Zoetrope.  Victor Salva is gross.  I think the most important lesson I have learned during my tenure here in Los Angeles is that we have to judge the art and not the artist.  Unfortunately, the fact that Victor is such a skeeze is what gives these movies their queer bent, whether consciously or not.

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