Funny story: my bisexuality had never come up in conversation with my children (they’re school-age). That came up this week, during a conversation about who could marry whom, and they were incredibly cool about it. It was an uplifting experience. Thinking about that made me want to re-watch G.B.F. It doesn’t take itself seriously, it’s funny as shit, and it deals with a plot that’s relevant: a kid that gets snapped up as an accessory based on his sexuality, only to change others for the better. I know far too many people that haven’t seen it. It’s on Netflix. Here are five reasons to watch it this weekend.
|This is actually pretty good.
Paul Iacono’s Brent is bitchy, melodramatic and snarky. He is my people (if my people could dress themselves). The character is a bit of genius, though. His recon tactics and observations are pretty dead-on, and he’s got moments of being completely fleshed out in terms of realism. You wind up wanting to be friends with Brent. I’m not even going to quote him here, he’s that good. I will say, though, that Iacono has some sweet dance moves.
Are there stereotypes in this film? Yes. The drama queen, the effeminate gay boy, the clueless Mormon, the bitchy cheerleader. However, not everyone is what they seem. Tanner (Michael J. Willett) is not your typical gay guy; he’s more like me in that he likes comic books and doesn’t know a damn thing about fashion. (Seriously, my sense of fashion is either “lounge pants” or “on sale.” I wear black because coordinating is hard and I missed the shoe gene that most women have. It’s sad.) Likewise, the other characters have some depth too, and I won’t spoil the surprises. The result is that we get to see some people while walking a fine line between caricature and reality. Tough to accomplish by all means.
|Yes, that’s Luna Lovegood in there.
Coming out is not easy. It’s fucking terrifying: worst case scenario, your entire life is blown up and you lose people you care about; best case scenario, everyone tells you that they already knew and it doesn’t matter. As the Lilly Wachowski outing as trans this week demonstrates, it should always happen on your terms, but that’s not always the case, despite your best intentions. G.B.F. explores forced outing on several levels, taking the intentions and perspectives of different groups into account. The message is clear, though: everyone should be able to come out on their own terms. Yet one more way that this film accepts us.
Megan Mullally is awesome as Brent’s mother. She’s really funny as the awkward mom trying hard to connect to her newly-outed son, which speaks to the broader acceptance of the gay community. The skill in this film lies in the fact that Mullally’s character is the comedic equivalent of watching a dad joke, and she nails it in pure awkward glee. The real scene-stealer, though, is Jonathan Silverman as Tanner’s dad. His time onscreen is not long; however, it’s memorable. Trust me.
I CANNOT SPOIL THIS BUT IT’S AWESOME.