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Fans of the American version of Queer as Folk need a fix so
bad that the fizzle of the last two seasons will hardly matter as the rainbow sets on
Pittsburghs mythical gaytropolis. After
more than a year, the show hasnt been hurt by talk of production and cast problems. The characters became the thing that sustained this
show and made it Showtimes biggest hit. For
the last season the creators Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman wisely get back to making this a
character-driven drama again instead of fitting them into overly greased plots twists.
The gang from Liberty Street was last seen in Canada in a bike race and
at the wedding of Michael Novotny (Hal Sparks) and Professor Ben Bruckner (Robert Gant). Its always a sign that series writers
are out of ideas when characters are taken on the road and guest stars start popping up. Character arcs and plot resolutions are around
every corner as everyone is put back on message by the antigay forces lurking to keep
queer liberty down. Holy Homophobes, Rage!
Melanie Marcus (Michelle Clunie) and Lindsay Peterson (Thea Gill) are
coping with their second child and in serious relationship woes. Gay marriages may not be recognized at the border
of the US, but in Pittsburgh every gay couple is setting up house with careers, babies and
same-sex soccer couples. Michael and Ben are
feathering their nest, hell bent on becoming a Norman Rockwell painting.
Eternal Southern belle Emmett Honeycutt (Peter Paige) is friends again
with ex-lover (accountant-cum-pornking-cum-crystal) addict Ted Schmidt (Scott Lowell) and
the two are turned once again into comic relief, when they arent getting stuck at
the bottom. Emmett gets hired at a local news
outlet to be the "queer eye" for the three rivers and Ted ages suddenly, gaining
twenty-five pounds and heading for a nip and tuck. Taking
a page from the Broadway hit Take Me
Out, Emmetts closeted football player is back after being blackmailed and
outed.
Justin Taylor (Randy Harrison) is back from Hollywood after the movie
version of his comic book is killed. Brian
Kinney (the unwaveringly intoxicating Gale Harold) is actually jealous of his wayward
boyfriend, feeling his age more than his aging oats. The
actor playing Rage tells Justin When somethings over, its over. You get the feeling they arent just talking
about Hollywood.
Blue-plate Mama Debbie Novotny (Sharon Gless) has finally hooked up
with detective Carl, her Andy Sipowitz knock-off. She
apparently has recovered from the death of her brother Vic and now is meddling in the
custody battle of the Mel-Lindsay-Michael (the sperm donor and Debbies son) menage
and fending off the advances from abused newbie lesbian waitress played by Rosie
ODonnell.
Hunter (Harris Allan, terrific again as an ex-teenage hustler) runs
away from Ben and Michaels ideal gay household after his HIV status is exposed in
front of his high school sending the professor into an emotional crisis. It's good to see Ben knocked off of his
philosophical pins and in a situation that wipes that forced smile off of his face.
Kinneys ad agency is boffo business so he buys the club, his last
big toy before manhood, so he can endlessly boff. I
got to keep the boys off the streets at night. Provide
them with a warm friendly environment in which to use illegal substances and have
promiscuous sex, he tells Ted.
Continually annoying are the over-choreographed sex scenes by the
principals that are often so sterile that you wonder if the actors are blow-up dolls. They are above sex, right above it. Contrast that with the casual full-frontals by the
naked casts of faceless thousands. Brians
sex challenge with the new gay hunk in town is a steal from Mesillinas whoring in I,
Claudius and was a cheap excuse for more sex-scenes.
Brian remains the PC wildcard, even as a "groom," staying
true to character every time the writers want to soften him up. Harold is smart enough to keep his appeal a double
edge sword, playing between his predictable lines.
Even while always returning to the stations of the gay cross, QAF
bent over backwards to reflect the more explosive headlines about gay life-- bashings,
marriage, politics, promiscuity, substance abuse--to mention just a few. They have been as slutty politically as the
backroom at Babylon, subjecting characters on both sides to being paranoid mouthpieces,
even when doing so sacrificed engaging drama. So
when an emotionally manipulative bomb is dropped on Babylon, you have to admire the
alternative to ending a series with a case of expected schmaltz. And no matter what else happens, they make sure the
dancing still sizzles on queerstreet USA.
- Lewis Whittington