Theatrical Awards Season is upon us: that joyous time of year when all of Hollywood, Broadway, Bollywood, and Baftaway gather to celebrate the wonder that is themselves, emceed by a comedian whom everyone agrees afterward was the worst possible choice.
The award shows are televised, and they always run too long in spite of the orchestra director's best efforts to drown out the thank-you list of the winner of Best Animated Documentary in a Foreign Language. So the folks whose names are scrolling up the screen as the audience exits the theater (or while the TV network crunches the sped-up scroll down to a corner of the screen to make room for Limu Emu, Doug, and that Jardiance lady) have a separate, non-televised award ceremony of their own at the local Marriott.
All the buzz in 2023 was about Barbie, and Oppenheimer, and Succession, and Maestro, and Killers of the Flower Moon.
Well, almost all the buzz.
Anyone following LGBTQ media, either professional or social, heard and saw plenty about Red, White, and Royal Blue; Fellow Travelers; and Saltburn — certain hot and heavy scenes in particular.
It used to be that movies targeting a gay and queer audience had to keep the action strictly G-rated in order to hold onto an R rating. These days, we've moved way beyond a glimpse of stocking.
It also used to be that being cast as a gay character was ruin for an actor's career, especially if he wanted to be taken seriously in future leading man roles. But now, even straight actors, eager to demonstrate range (or at least wokeness), are happy to get in on the action. We have intimacy coordinators — the professionals whose job it is to keep filming respectful and the actors comfortable — to thank for that.
So if there isn't an award for our heroes in intimacy coordination, don't you think there ought to be?
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