He’s mad at his daddy and if Moby can’t recoup the money he ponied up to make this “film”, Pee Wee Herman will need to put a better lock on his closet to keep Mitchell from stealing anymore of his goofy outfits.

“It’s a little bit of a cri de coeur to us, a little bit of a call to arms” against the prevailing conservatism, he told a media conference, adding that his country was living in “the era of Bush, which is about clamping down, being scared.”

I’m a fairly open-minded guy but onscreen gay sex to the Star-Spangled Banner, which is alleged to be the ultimate taunt to Conservative America, is too far of a stretch for me to reach my hand arm leg mind around. The irony of a movie that is essentially Buttsex For Bush seems more like a colander full of Nossi School of Art spaghetti thrown at the wall and hoping someone will find it “controversial”.

Someone? Anyone? Please???

Other than gay marriage being voted down in a few states, I was unaware of the Big Bush Buttsex Crackdown (Jan. 2001-???) that’s been torturing Bear and Twink alike. The Clown Prince Preznint’s Crusade terrorizing all that is holey.

The actor with the singing voice, PJ Deboy, said he did the scene to show that he was as American as anyone, despite resistance to gays in parts of the country, including Washington.

“I thought to myself: ‘Can I do it…?’ And I decided I could, because it is a patriotic act…. There’s nothing un-American about gay sex and there’s nothing unpatriotic about it,” he said.

Wuh. Huh?
Signing the Declaration of Independence. Check!
Washington crossing the Delaware. Check!
Lincoln freeing the slaves. Check!
And PJ Deboy dumper diving to the national anthem definitely brings up the rear in this patriotic poll.

He also joked that “I am now touring and singing every country’s national anthem,” and called for volunteers to assist.

Thank God, somebody other than George Michael is willing to embrace the role of a one night stand truck stop thriller. Way to challenge those stereotypes.

Mitchell pointed out that the movie, filmed in New York City, also made pointed references to the September 11, 2001 attacks in the United States.

Near the end of the movie, the lights flicker out as they did during a blackout that briefly occurred in 2003, provoking fears of a terrorist attack — and then relief and a sense of togetherness that is likened to an orgasm.

Well, butter my popcorn. I knew there was a reason I stopped going to public theaters.

UPDATE: Meanwhile, Deep in the heart of Bush’s gay-hating ScareAmerica.

Crimson Tide rolling Fearmongers!

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