Lacking all artistry, they are basically 'how-to movies' whose sole purpose is to promote gay life. Suddenly, sprightly party boys looking for self-affirmation in an uncaring world replaced the rich variety of homosexual stereotypes that had previously filled the screen. What activists failed to see, however, was that they were still pushing the martyr-like victims they were meant to be ditching, but because their plights were 'sympathetically portrayed', they applauded these films as some kind of breakthrough. The caricatures these films portray look like they were made by Mattel. I call them the Stepford Boyz after the 1974 film The Stepford Wives , whose unspoken domestic motto was 'conform or die'.
Most gay films resemble Soviet propaganda films.
Cinema in the real world follows a far more complex and organic process than inside the gay ghetto. After watching one of these films with a queer stamp of approval on its forehead, I walk out of the cinema feeling more alienated than ever because of my failure to connect with any one of these 'positive role models' I'm supposed to be so happy about. More to the point, I don't want to relate to such a vacuous bunch. These people are not on the screen because they or their stories are interesting. They are there because they stuck it into another person of the same sex, and want to show everyone else how nice and normal they can be despite their sexual preferences.