"Everyone has an opinion. As long as they keep renting the movies I couldn't care less."
For anyone who has the audacity to suggest that horror movies are not consumed as ravenously by the gay community as a broiled chicken breast buffet at a Fire Island barbeque, then I ask you to turn your attention to the work of David DeCoteau.
David DeCoteau movies are the black sheep of horror sub-genres; chock full of shirtless Canadian men who feign interest in dumpy girls and often dabble in the occult. Sometimes the protagonists are witches, sometimes they're sadomasochists - they're usually brunette. Invariably, these young men come close to kissing as the camera lingers on their tighty-whities. Blackout. The end. DeCoteau movies are completely unconcerned with plot or crossover appeal beyond the gay/fatgirl market. But the same could be said for those Twilight movies and look what happened there!
Cut from the same Roger Corman cloth that produced James Cameron, David DeCoteau got his start making direct to VHS schlock in the 1980s (most notably, Sorority Babes in the Slime Bowl-O-Rama which starred scream queen Linnea Quigley and Andras Jones from Nightmare on Elm Street 4). Akin to the B-movies coming out of Troma, DeCoteau films have always veered inexplicably towards the homoerotic. This was something I understood even at twelve years old when I'd sneak downstairs with all the lights off to watch USA's Up All Night with the volume turned way way down so Mom couldn't hear me being gay!
Well, I don't know if you've been paying attention, but this queen isn't even pretending anymore! Dont believe me? Just pop over to netflix and check out his adaptation of House of Usher (2008).
A man with lesbian hair pulls up to a bed and breakfast on his motorcycle. He is greeted at the door by another man dressed in his best Victorian-era Matrix attire. They speak of life during wartime. Neo has turned himself into quite the shut-in, as eluded to by his Latin, man-servant. Soon enough, the two men are hugging each other good night when the impossible happens: they actually kiss! Then they are unbuttoning their pants. Then they strategically pull their underpants down and the camera focuses on their bare bottoms... I don't remember this in the Edgar Allen Poe story!