The Big Gay Musical

Although ultimately well intentioned, the film depicts a rather depressing image of what it means to be gay. If the film is to be believed, being gay means a life filled with religious-based bigotry, disease, a de-humanizing dating scene, low self-esteem, rejection from family and obsession with the body.

As a gay man living in a big city and working in the theatre, I can tell you that there's more to gay life than that. There are gay people in happy long-term monogamous relationships. Most gay people I know are involved with community activism and have rich, rewarding lives.

I belong to a gay Christian church, and I know that God loves everyone and that anti-gay bigotry is not consistent with Christ's ministry.

As a film, "The Big Gay Musical" is passable entertainment. The acting, writing, directing and music are average.

The short "small straight play" intro with Michael Musto was so fresh and funny that I was really excited to see the Big Gay Musical that followed. Unfortunately, the Big Gay Musical was even worse than the small straight play: a lot stupider, a lot more irritating, and a whole lot longer. Within about five minutes I felt just like Musto, except what I wanted to scream was, "Bring back Michael Musto and the small straight play!"

While the small straight play was cleverly dumb, the Big Gay Musical was just dumb, grossly overblown, and so strident, shrill and heavy-handed in its anti-God anti-Bible theme that it almost made me want to turn on Pat Robertson just to clear my palate. Hatred is hatred, and I'm sorry, but gays hating Christians is no better than Christians hating gays. I am happily gay and I love musicals and I love gay movies in principle, but this one promised a lot and delivered just a sour taste in my mouth. If it was supposed to be lighthearted satire, it failed miserably.

The off-stage story was better than the on-stage musical, which is why I gave the movie three stars instead of one. If the Big Musical had not been so heavily, excessively obnoxious, I might have liked the Gay Movie that went along with it.

This movie is superficial in every way possible. Characters completely undeveloped. Story non existent. As for the script, it's possible to hear more meaningful dialog between two drunks after 2:00am in the most looser laden gay dive than in this shallow attempt at a musical. Speaking of music, it's terrible in this "musical". It begins and ends as a meaningless parade of gay stereotypes and cliché plot points: Cue the promiscuous sex, AIDS panic, and familial redemption.

A few unsuccessful shots are taken at religion but with nothing more than over done makeup and southern accents they just fall flat. There's a lot of skin and sex between guys, which for porn might be enough but for a feature length "film" seems a little out of place since there is basically no established characters with any depth or a plot line with any interesting detours. It's possible to tell this story in a meaningful way and even put it too song. But this movie falls flat in every possible way, bad script, bad music, bad acting, and wistful Broadway type vocals. It's actually difficult to comment on this movie because it's barely worth the effort. Bottom line, when a movie doesn't give you any reason to care about anything or anyone in it then there's, nothing to see here. Move along...

I enjoyed this, and lord knows I didn't expect to. It's exactly what it says it is, a musical about being gay, stereotypes and all.

The premise is a show within a movie. The off-b'way musical in the movie maintains that god created adam and steve because he found adam and eve boring. Adam and steve are transported to modern times and have to deal with Christian guilt and self-hate. There's a lot of that. Maybe a tad too much.

The characters who play the leads in the musical have problems of their own, mirroring, to a degree, those of the characters they play. Well, one of them does, anyway. And, yes, the leads are gay stereotypes, as are most of the other characters in the movie.

But you know what? Stereotypes are based on truth. What that means is that the actors playing the stereotypical roles have to work a little harder to make the sell. I think they accomplish that in this movie.

The singing and dancing is all perfectly competent. The choreography blends a lot of trademark routines from hit shows of the last 40 years. It's kind of funny, actually. You just wish they had a slightly larger stage to work on.

Unlike the other reviewer here who hated the music and lyrics, I thought they were just fine. I found the songs pleasant, if not particularly memorable. So if you approach this not expecting Sondheim, you might find that aspect tolerable and maybe even entertaining. I did.

Plus the boys are all adorable.

An off-Broadway musical-in-the-film vaudeville, the musical is called"Adam and Steve, Just the Way God Made Them", so the skeletal story, one could effortless divine is a blasphemous entertainment, aftr Adam and Eve failed to achieve what God's expectancy to blossom in the Eden (thanks to the forbidden fruit), he instead dabs in molding a gay couple, the new Adam and Steve, but the film has no consistence in promoting the musical, since its absolutely small- scale theater and its episodic occurrences only methodically adjusts itself to be the perfect foil in mirroring two leading actors' mundane lives, nevertheless the musical parts are arguably the redeeming features with a patchwork of the angelic dancing routines (the angel Dorothy is horridly over-the-top), corrective therapy to cure gayness and the Catholic kitsch sermons, which are partly insanely funny, partly inanely tedious.

There are no single ugly boys in the film, eye-candies are permeating, but the two leaders are considerably capable of doing more than just meet the eyes, Daniel Robinson gives an edge in his both physical movements and emotional thrust, (after a sudden and completely unexplained disappearance of his 3-weeks boyfriend, the once-believed-in-love boy decides to go wild), his rendition of "I WANNA BE A SLUT" is the crest of the entire film. Joey Dudding, who is dealing with the virgin coming-out cliché (with a bluff of HIV-panic), has his own moment in some strip- dancing solo presentation, but compared with Robinson's go-slutty transformation, his section has barely any praiseworthy flickering.

By and large the film is as kitschy as any of its peers, thinking it too much is plain pointless and it is a timely reminder of us to cherish the day.