Sprite
(He/Him/His)
Fire Island is an adorable romcom, an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice but with gay men. Gay men in their 30s slot pretty cleanly into the stories of Victorian women ten years their junior, and I would like more movies like this, thanks. Also Conrad Ricamora is perfection, like the best romcom character ever. Real “I had fun once, it was terrible” energy. Every moment he’s on-screen is a delight.
I do have to chuckle at the movie trying to criticize the community’s shallowness while also spending 90 minutes exclusively focusing on the hunks. Like there’s exactly one fat guy in the entire movie who only exists to criticize fat-phobia at the beginning and then retreat into the background, his warding ritual complete.
Like, Joel Kim Booster takes his shirt off and the friend goes, “I don’t know how you can conform to our community’s impossible beauty standards” and, like, huh? I don’t know a single person who would scold their friend for being traditionally hot. How dare you conform to beauty standards with your actual body.
The movie’s trying to talk about the “No fats, no fems, no Asians” phenomenon that plagues hookup culture, and how any one of those things marks you as undesirable, which, yeah, good point. But then the fat guy spends the whole movie as an accessory, usually hiding his body, having all his sexual escapades off-screen.
It’s no more or less shallow than any other romcom, though. If you’re a fan of that genre, it’s top-notch.
I do have to chuckle at the movie trying to criticize the community’s shallowness while also spending 90 minutes exclusively focusing on the hunks. Like there’s exactly one fat guy in the entire movie who only exists to criticize fat-phobia at the beginning and then retreat into the background, his warding ritual complete.
Like, Joel Kim Booster takes his shirt off and the friend goes, “I don’t know how you can conform to our community’s impossible beauty standards” and, like, huh? I don’t know a single person who would scold their friend for being traditionally hot. How dare you conform to beauty standards with your actual body.
The movie’s trying to talk about the “No fats, no fems, no Asians” phenomenon that plagues hookup culture, and how any one of those things marks you as undesirable, which, yeah, good point. But then the fat guy spends the whole movie as an accessory, usually hiding his body, having all his sexual escapades off-screen.
It’s no more or less shallow than any other romcom, though. If you’re a fan of that genre, it’s top-notch.