Mona and I saw Crazy Rich Asians in the theater last week. The movie didn’t appeal to me– there were too many people doing too many things, too many wheels inside of wheels– but there was one thing in particular that bothered me.
Although they were very careful to avoid any hint of stereotypical Asian behavior, they had no problem throwing a stereotypical homosexual into the mix. “I’m the rainbow sheep of the family!” he announces, then giggles at the absurdity of his own existence.
I went to a very small school, with a class of around 35, and since graduation at least five classmates have come out. There was only one I suspected, and not a single one of them conforms to the flamboyant stereotype so prevalent in television and movies.
I really think it’s time for Hollywood to take a step back. If it’s wrong to have a buck-toothed Asian who can’t pronounce his r’s, it’s equally wrong to have a scarf-wearing homosexual lisping and prancing his way through the scenery.