I watched Breakfast with Scot after a long day of grading. The kid’s great and had me laughing at the beginning. But then his make-up is put away and what should have been a movie about kids in school and on the playground becomes a tired tired tired document of gay affirmation.
In this case, the affirmation depends upon a Hockey-gay’s “journey toward healing.” (I suppose the hockey angle is the hook for this Can-production?) This middle-aged guy with imaginary, made-for-the-movies “issues” will by the end experience an epiphany so small as to be invisible. In his case: “When I was a pro, the other players called me … [tears in eyes] they called me, Erica!” Unsurprisingly, these moments with him squeeze all joy and all laughs from what’s now a message movie.
By the end we are made to discover that 1) the macho hockey player best known for his bad-ass fighting skills is actually gay and 2) doesn’t want kids or like them and certainly doesn’t (gasp) want to turn them gay and (double-gasp) doesn’t actually even like gay things (especially not his boyfriend, who he doesn’t touch and who is never there) but that 3) if he’s given a chance to take care of a kid, he’ll start to look like any other normal, loving, straight, kid-obsessed hockey dad.
In summary, straight = gay = straight, and, because it’s Canada and everybody already knows that straight = gay = whatEVER?, there’s no need for anyone to say anything about anything but especially not gay stuff. So let’s just get on with Christmas already (cf. final 10 minutes). Are you feeling affirmed?
Ugh. Why couldn’t the movie have just been funny? If would have seemed less old.