Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn

Shy, straight kid from Oklahoma who likes to draw and paint gets thrown out of his house, soon ending up in Los Angeles where he romances a pretty young prostitute while paying the bills as a male escort to women and men. Worthy TV-made continuation of the 1976 ratings blockbuster "Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway" wasn't as big a success, partly due to a been-there-done-that feel but also perhaps because of the gay content--uncomfortable territory for 1977. The filmmakers work very hard to show us that Alexander (deep-voiced Leigh McCloskey, looking too old to be a minor) is indeed heterosexual; with lots of lip-locking between he and Dawn (returning Eve Plumb), we get the point early he's just using the gays as trade without all the speech-making. Alexander ends up living with a gay football player, who's just another stepping stone to this kid and one who seems to understand the situation (he quickly picks up another boy, though he isn't made out to be a villain). Earl Holliman gives probably the strongest performance in the movie, playing a (presumably gay) community center counselor who wants to clean up the streets--and Alex's life. John Erman directs in an unembarrassed, straightforward fashion, admirable for what is basically low-budget, exploitation television. The film refuses to paint the characters in shades of black or white, good guys or bad guys. Though the pseudo-happy ending doesn't quite ring true, and McCloskey's slack-jawed performance is disappointing, it's a decent attempt to scare impressionable kids away from Hollywood Boulevard.

I saw this TV movie years ago during its initial broadcast. I distinctly remember watching for it after a commercial preview: pix of Lee and company shirtless, commentary about how "this young man's life...". I knew the storyline had something to do with male-on-male sex - and I knew I was gay.

This film goes about as far as one could go in those days in order to depict a "gay lifestyle" - in particular, that of a "young gay male lifestyle".

The kicker is that the whole gay theme has/had to be sandwiched in a "confused"-gay-for-pay envelope.

The rest in-between is all about coming out of the closet, coming to terms with your gay identity and moving forward.

"Alexander" starts off where "Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway" left off: Dawn ("Brady Bunch" Eve Plumb as - if you can believe it - a runaway teen forced into prostitution), just getting her life straightened, is accosted by a former john; Alexander, her boyfriend, (also a runaway), tries to intervene/protect and in the process gets a knife-wound and a trip to the hospital. During Alexander's subsequent comatose healing period, viewers learn of his background... Get ready kids - cuz it's all GAY.

Alex, it turns out, is a "sensitive artistic type" from Oklahoma: he plans to paint and draw for a living. However, this did not go well with his father, who berates him for being an artist, then orders him off the farm for good. Mom relays her sympathies to Alex but also proclaims she can't change Dad's mind. (Read: homophobic, overbearing dad and understanding but equally-homophobic mom.) Thus, off Alex goes to the hills of (West) Hollywood to seek his fortune.

So much for the dream sequence. When Alexander regains consciousness (after much nurturing from Dawn), he orders Dawn to go back where she came from (somewhere in AZ) and stay on the straight and narrow until he can send for her. And off Dawn goes - reluctantly.

Alex, fully-recovered, re-enters the world and experiences a rude-awakening: age and lack of education work against him - his former boss will not re-hire him, any potential new employers refuse to hire minors.

That leaves Alex with only one option... Thus begins Alex's entry into the world of Hollywood homosexuality.

At first, there is confusion as the movie tries to set up Alex as a straight hustler. He is immediately befriended by another male hustler (same guy who gave Michael Ontkean his phone number in "Making Love"). The duo at first bed ladies for pay - but, as anyone can tell you, women - especially well-to-do women - do not hire call-boys!

Eventually, however, Alex discovers that his roommate is also doing well-to-do men. Roommate one morning emerges shirtless from bedroom, yelling but confessing that its yet another way to make money.

From that point on, the movie presents a flurry of gay experiences: the reluctance of coming-out, the romance with a hot-jock, gay discos/parties (one particularly memorable scene filmed inside WeHo's old Studio One - replete with lots of shirtless guys on the dance floor), drugs, even getting dumped.

This movie almost seems as if it was a project staffed by what was then some of Hollywood's "gay mafia".

Earl Holliman plays a gay counselor at the community center, interesting in the fact that Earl never married.

There is also Alan Feinstein as a popular - and closeted - pro-football player. Is/was Feinstein gay? Don't know - but how many male actors of that time were willing to be filmed on a beach in a skimpy speedo alongside a cutoff-clad shirtless young hunk? (Feinstein is hot btw.)

The production team definitely knows its territory: the gays Alex meets are "networked" - as demonstrated when Holliman's character socializes at a party thrown by Feinstein, recognizing many a familiarize face in the process. At the Back Lot cabaret (behind Studio One disco - hence its name), legendary lesbian performer Frances Faye - in all her glorious raspy-voiced ugliness - calls out to Alex in a song. In the same scene, a presumed lipstick lesbian confidante of the gay football player challenges him to a physical showdown of sorts. "We are family", indeed.

And there are countless homo-erotic moments featuring longing eyes, pregnant pauses, familiar "gayisms" (i.e., "We've all been there...") - along with pecs, abs and glutes.

At the end, the movie abruptly switches gears at the end - as does Alex - ditching the gay plot angle in favor of an affirmation of heterosexual identity (just barely, though).

All in all, however, it provides fairly accurate portraits of gay life just prior to the Holocaust.

Quite the daring thing for television in its day (it might have trouble getting off the ground at all in today's morally frigid climate!), it was nevertheless a disappointing sequel to "Dawn: Portrait of a Teenaged Runaway." The character of Alexander brought tears to the eye in "Dawn;" in his own film he just seems to be going through the motions, doing what was "expected" of a daring, groundbreaking '70s Gay television character.

This film represents the continuing saga of Eve Plumb and Leigh J. McCloskey from when McCloskey was stabbed while in a battle with Bo Hopkins in Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway. Alexander: The Other Side Of Dawn continues the story from McCloskey's point of view. While he's unconscious battling for his life we see flashbacks of how McCloskey arrived in Los Angeles. Essentially the kid wanted to be an artist and his redneck farmer/father didn't want any artistic types around and gave him leave to go. Mother Diana Douglas didn't put up a fuss.

Plumb returns to Arizona where she came from to finish high school and live down her sordid past. McCloskey keeps going on and does what he can to survive which includes taking up with closeted gay football star Alan Feinstein.

Unless you saw the first film you really don't know what is going on in the second in terms of character motivations. And the issue of gay for pay isn't really dealt with. And now with McCloskey telling psychologist Earl Holliman that he ought to be 'recruiting' him, the film would draw picket lines now.

Alexander: The Other Side Of Dawn keeps to the average standard set by its predecessor. It remains a curiosity today.

Though back in the day I thought and still think Leigh J. McCloskey was a hottie.

What sort of crazy, backwards universe are we finding here? Jan from Brady Bunch is a hooker? Russel from Hamburger: The Motion Picture is into gay sex? This can't be right, but it is and it's actually a sequel to a better film called "Dawn" that focuses more on Jan......er......Dawn. Both films are basically sanitized, Hollywood Hogwash depictions of life on the streets but have enough grit to make them interesting in a Horatio Alger sort of way. Watchable enough and the good news is Alex later changes his name to Russel in the mid-1980's, graduates from Busterburger University and gets his own franchise. You might want to watch that movie instead.