It does not claim to portray a universal experience.
There’s a line in the play where Jim Parsons’ character says, “If we can just learn to not hate ourselves so much.” It was more true when it was written than now, since we’ve made strides socially, psychologically, and politically.
Lines formed around the block, and the play quickly transferred to Theater Four Off-Broadway, where it ran for more than 1,000 performances.
Director Joe Mantello has pulled out all the stops for this production, assembling a top-flight, out-and-proud ensemble led by Jim Parsons (“The Big Bang Theory,” “Harvey”), Zachary Quinto (“Star Trek,” “The Glass Menagerie”), Matt Bomer (“White Collar,” “The Normal Heart”), and Andrew Rannells (“Girls,” “Falsettos”).
I’ve certainly had self-loathing in my time, as a kid and growing into an adult.
Joe said it’s not enough to label these characters as self-loathing.
Hank is the one with the most courage in that he married a woman he loved.
They had two children and he cares about them a great deal.
I am a single gay dad; I had them through surrogacy.
When I think of what it would take to leave my kids, I can hardly wrap my head around that.
And that’s a shame — shouldn’t the play be seen as a cautionary period piece, showing how strained life for gay men once was and how far we’ve come?
When Mart Crowley’s game-changing comic drama, about a tight-knit group of catty “queers” at a birthday party that goes sour, first opened in a fringy New York venue in 1968, gay men were thrilled to finally see themselves portrayed onstage, even if not in the most flattering light.
I imagine in the 1960s he was disparaged as being a horrible person, but to face that and live authentically, that takes balls.