Angels in America?
During my recent apartment hunting and application for move-in, I experienced a bit of stress.
To relieve this, I turned to some old miniseries named Angels in America.
I had avoided this story for years, but decided that I could no longer deny myself the treat of seeing Meryl Streep in action, with the bonus of Emma Thompson as an avenging angel.
The story was ludicrous, the acting over the top, and the special effects not quite special.
I had seen a short scene long ago that dealt with the hospital scene where Roy Cohn lays dying, and the nurse steals his AZT drug stash.
I probably also caught a glimpse of the hot love making between angel and gay man, so was reluctant to revisit this story.
I have a bone to pick with those artists that long ago showed human figures in Renaissance paintings sprouting wings out their backs.
First of all, the human form is not suitable to aerodynamics. The birds have developed hollow bones to lighten the load, but human beings are prone to morbid obesity, so will never get off the ground with feathered wings.
Icarus was a prime example from mythology.
Well, these myths are only to illustrate a point, not to be taken literally.
That is where the trouble comes; people actually believe that there are angels in the universe who can fly down from somewhere and interfere with human beings.
What this program did for me was give me some more things to think about in the realm of interpersonal actions, and how we armor ourselves against the inevitable.
The main character, Roy Cohn the right hand man of McCarthy, simply lied to himself and everyone that he had contracted AIDS and was himself a homosexual.
How one can avoid this conclusion that one is gay if he or she is attracted to the same sex is beyond me.
Some can claim to like both sexual experiences, and don’t lie.
I had hoped that I could have a big distraction from politics by watching this story, but no, there was politics all through the thing.
In Ronald Reagan’s America, AIDS did not exist.
That was denial on a large front, with thousands dying before any medication was invented to treat it.
I was surprised at the nudity, but the story was about sex so there must be a certain amount.
The most surprising scene was the one where a white bread True Blue Mormon boy sheds his clothes and underwear on a winter beach, just to prove he will do anything for his lover.
Shedding religious garments does not take away the very fiber of a man’s belief, and the relationship goes bad, with the lover returning to his former ill boyfriend.
I think reviewers liked the story, and since it appeared on cable, it had a great leeway to tell the true facts. The dialog was so outrageously artificial though, that I could hardly stomach some of the lines.
The humor of seeing Meryl Streep as an ancient Rabbi, convicted and executed Ethel Rosenburg, and a Mormon mother was what kept me watching.
She is truly highly rated, but not overly so.
This is what makes the story applicable for today in this extremely “over rated” political milieu.