Friday, November 14, 2003

One of my favourite films of all-time is The Boys in the Band - a pre-Stonewall drunken bitch-fest which has lines like "Well, he has an interesting face and body but it turns me right off because he can't talk intelligently about art, who could love someone like that? I could and you could, that's who, Mary she's gorgeous! etc" You get the idea.

At the end of the play, practically all of the characters hate each other after experiencing various revelationary moments. There's a lot of shouting and crying. You wonder what's going to happen to all of them.

Well, Mart Crowley has written a sequel - "The Men from the Boys" - set in the present-day, the cast assemble for one more party (this time a memorial to one of their number who has died.) They're older but no more wiser - the sniping still flows. And there are three younger "hot" men who the original characters can fight over, ogle, spend too much money on, not get their queer politics and ultimately be disappointed by. Still, it's nice to see that Harold and Emory are still no top form. Hurrah.

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