THE BALLAD OF CHARLIE AND MIKHAIL
THE buddy film, so eagerly lapped up by queer audiences in the past, has in recent times been ‘found out’. In the past, these films provided a gay subtext that overpowered everything else going on on-screen, a subtext that, although almost snatched from the proceedings, had become the inexorable parables for the lives of gay men. What they were led to believe was that being embroiled in a strong self-sacrificing friendship could be a viable stand-in for a love match. This kind of cinema turned out to be the albatross around their necks that inhibited them from venturing into untested waters as gay men who wanted more than just the idea of another man as a heroic counterpart, but men in the flesh, who could be losers or slime-balls, men who were the objects of their carnal desire and a kind of adoration that wasn’t quite the stuff of epic films, men who gave them love-bites and nothing else besides, things that they hadn’t quite seen on celluloid. In this, the buddy films and their unflinching devotion to them have become somewhat anachronistic as gay men slowly learnt, without any help from popular culture, that love needed no surrogates. Gestures were more important than nuance and that stories of homosexual love needed no longer be seen as merely fine print, or be read only between the lines.















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