I remember these biting lines at the end of the film.
Harold to Michael: What I am Michael is a 32 year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a little while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's god damned business but my own. And how are you this evening?
Harold to Michael: You're a sad and pathetic man. You're a homosexual and you don't want to be, but there's nothing you can do to change it. Not all the prayers to your god, not all the analysis you can buy in all the years you've go left to live. You may one day be able to know a heterosexual life if you want it desperately enough. If you pursue it with the fervor with which you annihilate. But you'll always be homosexual as well. Always Michael. Always. Until the day you die.
Where did all the campy bitchy queens retreat to? They were oh so fun.
I don't resent the movie, how ever self-loathing it may appear now but it was the first movie about gay men exclusively. It opened the doors for other gay-positive movies to be made. We stand on the shoulders of early gay pioneers. A journey of 100,000 steps....
