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Reading Mr. Kramer’s review I was convinced that Philadelphia is a horrible movie–hypocritical in tone and in fact, only a cheap shot at PWA’s and those with life threatening complications caused by the HIV virus, and all in all a miserable attempt by Hollywood finally to produce a “mainstream” gay movie. And yes, I wanted to read Mr. Kramer’s review because I had not seen Philadelphia, and Kramer’s listed bona fides impressed me. Surely here was a person who could tell us the “real” scoop on this movie.
So, I decided not to go.
I have gratitude to the makers of this film, not repulsion, anger, or arrogance in “knowing it all.” I don’t know what a “perfect” movie is exactly. And I don’t know what “perfect” gay movie Mr. Kramer was hoping to see. Maybe one day he will write it and get it on the screen. I hope so. One thing I do know is that Philadelphia is far far beyond Mr. Kramer’s projections of anger and infamy. Gratefully!
