jeżeli twoje dziecko najbardziej na świecie kocha filmy, a ty najbardziej na świecie kochasz swoje dziecko, to kup mu spekulacje o kinie, pozakulisowy apendyks:

Unlike John Guillermin’s detective story P.J. starring George Peppard, where private detective P.J. (Peppard) enters a late sixties era gay bar and is beaten to a pulp by a bunch of cliched pastel pantsuited pansies. Or the killer queers in the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever. Or pencil-thin lady-boy Christopher Morley in Freebie and The Bean beating the tar out of macho Freebie (James Caan) in a Candlestick Park men’s room (it’s an ugly homophobic scene in an otherwise excellent and – – ironic – – take off on fascist-cop movies. Having said that, Christopher Morley is still kind of an amazing presence).
In those three above examples, having the effeminate male characters commit violence against the straight masculine male genre hero is done as a reverse on a reverse. In those cases, it’s presented as comic hilarity (Diamonds Are Forever), grotesque surreal absurdity (Freebie and the Bean) or both (P.J.).