by Douglas Messerli
David Weissman (screenwriter and director) 976 / 1987
“I tried 976-FUCK and 976-SUCK and they
were fun for a while, but something was missing. It was touching my body but
not my soul.”
In this short “pitch,”
however, Michael has a new solution: 976-DISH, he explains, holding up a sign
so you won’t forget it.
In these last days of the
telephone, Michael rings up the gold-plated icon of 1980s primary mode of communication,
on the other end of which is an exaggerated drag queen (Lulu) ready to share
the newest dirt about anyone and everyone. She begins with a rather tame slam: “Can
you believe Tammy’s new hairdo? I tell you that doo was a don’t. Her hair was
dyed. It died last week.”
But she quickly moves on to
hotter stuff, far too juicy to tell on camera. We simply watch the joyful
laughs and table-top wiggles of a totally satisfied customer in this homosexual
consumer.
After
reminding us that “If you’re tired of talking dirty and just want to talk dirt,
call 976-DISH,” our guide to the signs off.
This is definitely old-school
gay comedy, representing a day when raunchy gossip provided one of the steady confections
of queer camaraderie within the gay community with hair, clothes, and sexual
excess replacing the far less titillating news of moral sins, and social and
cultural infractions whispered by small-town zealots.
Los Angeles, May 4, 2024
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (May 2024).
No comments:
Post a Comment