By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
By Elizabeth Flock
By Albert Samaha
By Anna Merlan
By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
either, this one uses his plight to peel away the fake veneer from those having-it-all suburban marriages in the context of a darkly funny, piercing look at a whole bunch of pervs, most of them straight, ha-ha. Whatever it is, it adds up to exciting filmmaking--the kind that makes you certain other people in the theater must be cringing with recognition.
At the movie's premiere party at Coco Opera, Dylan Baker,who's so stunning as the molester, told me he saw a closed-circuit TV show in Toronto on which two critics fought over whether Happiness is a masterpiece or an abomination. "They only agreed on one thing," Baker said, grinning. "That Dylan Baker would never work again!" Actually, he already has--he's in Woody Allen'sCelebrity as a priest, "and no, I'm not a pedophile priest," he remarked. "I'm a normal one!" Aaanyway . . . at the same soiree, Elizabeth Ashley told me she made Happiness because she loved the project, and "Heresy is so hard to do." Gina Gershon said she adored Happiness, and as for One Tough Cop,which she'sin, "There was a lot of testosterone on that set." And that bundle of Emmy-winning estrogen, Camryn Manheim, told me she chose to do Happiness instead of a big old lucrative Disney film she was offered, because that's just the way she is. Camryn's concession to mass appeal was a recent appearance on The Donny and Marie Show, which she made because producer Dick Clark personally asked her to--plus he agreed to record her outgoing phone message. "It was very surreal to be there with Donny and Marie," she told me. "They look exactly the same as before--I hate them both!" she laughed.
Mercifully, Camryn doesn't look exactly the same as anything, and will undoubtedly go down in tube history for accepting her Emmy (for The Practice)on behalf of "the fat girls" everywhere. When I congratulated her on that nuttily inspiring speech, she said, "Are you one of the fat girls? Yeah, you're one of us!" I held in my stomach, pushed out my crotch, and tried to look confused, but then Camryn explained, "I mean, the underdogs!" Oh yeah, I'm one of them.
Next thing you know, I was squeezing my fat-girl butt through the metal detector to see Corpus Christi, but while it turned out that the play--like Happiness--isn't at all degenerate,it ain't at all good either. Despite the potentially fascinating premise that makes Jesus the victim of homophobia ("The son of God is a cocksucker," as one character says), the play is a giant, misguided bore that makes you hope for a terrorist attack. The gay angle and the concomitant security fears, in fact, are the most interesting things about it--and you get a bomb all right. The evening starts disingenuously with a character announcing, "There are no tricks up our sleeves," after which comes an avalanche of them, as the Jesus character is born to a hick mama and grows up to be a loser at the sock hop. Things get extremely pseudo-profound after that, but the mix of Our Town, Saturday Night Live, Godspell,and The Boys in the Band makes for an unholy mess that's only sacrilegious because it lacks inspiration.
Beth Henley'sImpossible Marriage is another stretch--an attempt to do a Wildean comedy of manners set in the contemporary Deep South--and while there are laffs, the characters are filled with too much precious whimsy as they indulge in constant, contradictory changes of heart. As they all kept randomly floating in and out of relationships (and foliage), I made a vow to stay bitterly alone.
I went bitterly with a friend to the Elizabeth premiere and loved humanity again when a movie exec got up and announced, "Elizabeth is what every Englishman wants--a strong, dominating woman who pretends to be a virgin." Kathie Lee Gifford must be popular over there. At the Central Park Boathouse party afterward, director ShekharKapur told me he cast Cate Blanchett as the fiery queen strictly on the basis of the trailer for Oscar and Lucinda. "They wanted to send me the whole movie," he explained, "but I said, 'No, I don't want any doubts.' " He shouldn't have resisted; she was actually good in the whole movie! Kapur also said he had to fly to Geoffrey Rush's side and dissolve his doubts about doing Elizabeth, though Rush later told me, "I didn't need to be convinced, but realigned. I knew he was the kind of director who could take away from clichés. Not that I thought the script was a cliché, but it was a . . . thing."
Miss Thing--or Queen Blanchett, as Kapur calls her--then made her royal entrance and was radiant, though her pesky publicist wouldn't let her pose with the ladies in waiting hired to spice up the (supposedly publicity) party. Well, this little lady had been waiting to ask Blanchett--who worshipped the strong, dominating Wonder Woman as a child--if she's a fan of the current version, Xena. The actress seemed taken aback. "She's an Amazonian figure, right?" Blanchett said. "I hear the show is big on the lesbian circuit."
No connection here, but what the hell is a quinny? (The word comes up in the English subtitle for a sweet nothing murmured to Elizabeth by the Duc d'Anjou--the same guy about whom queenie later says, "You're wearing a dress, my grace.") "A fanny," Blanchett explained, tentatively. "I don't think so," I persisted. "Front fanny," she said, more convincingly. "I don't know about the derivation. I'm Australian. I haven't read that much Elizabethan pornography!" Me neither--I've been too busy with The Starr Report.
Anyway, for queens seeking yet more porno pointers, let me close by revealing what all those coded words and phrases on gay chat lines really mean, quinny not among them. "I'm a versatile top"--I'm a bottom. "I'm a generous sugar daddy"--I'll give you unlimited access to a shriveled dick. "I have a swimmer's body"--I look like Godzilla, but if pushed into a pool, I can doggie paddle to the end. "I'm all-American"--I had a nose job. "I've never been fucked"--I've never been fucked by you. "I'm married, bisexual, and live on Long Island, but can travel"--I'm gay and live in Chelsea, but you gotta have a gimmick. "There are seven of us here and we're looking for an eighth"--We're so coked out, we need someone to help us get it up again, please. "I've been partying"--I need something in my mouth for the next six hours to make sure I don't swallow my own tongue. "I'm into lots of body contact"--I'll push you away. "Macho guys only"--I'm wearing a dress, your grace. "I have an athletic build"--I'm a sumo wrestler. "I've got 9 1/2 uncut"--I think leaving all the lights off is so much hotter, don't you? "Seeking someone affectionate"--I just landed from outer space. "Bareback only"--bareback only.
Now get off your quinny and see Happiness.