Ruminations of a drunken homo
I’ve finally sat down and watched Four Weddings and a Funeral. You know what? I really liked it. OK, granted. I’m gay. Chick flicks are not exactly foreign territory. And I must admit the whiskey probably has had some influence on my thinking…or at least what passes for thinking when one has consumed as much whiskey as I have…
Apart from being a sappy love story, what I really liked about it was the gay couple. I suppose the best word for it was poignant. I don’t know that D and I will ever get married. For my part: Been there. Done that. D, I think, has marriage bound up with all things religious, which tends to give him the heebie jeebies. Honestly, I cannot blame him.
Spoiler Alert (Surely I’m not the last person to see this movie…)
Nevertheless, married or not, the gay couple in Four Weddings and a Funeral was nice to see. An adorable May to November couple, the funeral was both touching in the expression of love that was given by the surviving partner as is was poignant (do you know how hard it is to spell that word when drunk?)—not only in the fact that they were careful never to appear a couple in public, but also when the surviving husband was introduced as “Gareth’s closest friend” and not even in the course of the funeral proper, but as a preface thereto.
How sad is that? OK, the movie is still 20th Century. And over ten years ago, that was probably an extremely progressive move (even if it was “over there” in liberal, god-forsaken Europe). Still, even now in 21st Century America, homosexuality is still “the love that is only just beginning to dare speak its name.” There are states where heterosexuals do not even have to make a formal declaration of their love. Spend enough time together and it’s a done deal. On the other hand, out of 50 states, only two allow two men to claim the title of husband, as if love and devotion were the purview of human institutions.
Still, married or not, I love D. I know that one should never say never, but at this point in my life I cannot imagine myself ever loving anyone as much as I love my cute Mexican. And you know what? Government sanctioned or not, that should be good enough.
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