I resisted seeing William Friedkin’s adaptation of The Boys in the Band for a long time. It felt like one of those artifacts of gay life that I’d already seen a million times, and frankly felt a little too good for. I didn’t feel like I needed to see another stagey 70s movie where actors scream slurs and uncomfortable truths at each other for 120 minute…
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