This movie is strictly a monologue told on the road by Jeffrey Strouth, mostly from the back seat of an old Cadillac. Who is Jeffrey Strouth, you ask? No one of consequence outside his large circle of friends and anyone who loves to listen to good dishing. I do love listening to good dishing, and I found many of Jeffrey's stories humorous and poignant. After a while I have to admit, the movie did run out of steam for me. Maybe I've just heard one too many stories of burned out people in the east village, I don't know. Still
I do recommend this because it IS an important installment of gay history, and because some self-loathing bigot here found Jeffrey's fey nature "disgusting" and felt that the movie should be burned (and he claims only to have seen two minutes of it!). Who knew the gay community had a faction of neo-Nazis? Go see this movie for Jeffrey, for all those who fought the good fight against AIDS (they didn't lose that fight, the world lost), and for a free and fabulously diverse America.
Review of American Fabulous
