Queen for a Day

What if we actually gained the right to get married?

Talking about Adam and Steve here of course - way back before seductive Eve came along with her bountiful charms. At the very thought of such deviant debauchery sullying the sacred altar of the church, I'm sure the right-wing conservatives are already raising their enraged fists in protest ( if not lifting up weapons of minor destruction ) right about now but as we all know gay men are already making progressive strides in certain parts of the world, even seemingly puritanical Catholic Spain. Obviously not even the Inquisition ( or even Generalissimo Franco ) can keep a good gay man down for long.


¡ay! Mama!
Although their mothers might have a pretty good chance.

Or at least that's what some Queens would like to prove. Despite various obstacles such as the recent earthquake in Taiwan and work commitments, finally managed the nigh-impossible task of hunting down this hilarious ensemble comedy. Certainly not the first to bank on pre-wedding chaos and mayhem but definitely the first to feature a mass gay wedding in Spain - with the main focus on three affianced couples and their respective in-laws.

What can I say? I obviously love weddings. Sexy man eye candy isn't something I object to. And you guys know I love mothers. So despite the little flaws, such as the much much too brief a glimpse of each quirky couple, and the fact that I obviously don't speak español ( but then all Malaysians are experts at reading subtitles ), I actually enjoyed the movie on the whole.

No matter whether gay, straight or bi, all I can say is a meeting of prospective in-laws ( no matter how seemingly benign and convivial they may be ) can be decidedly stressful for everyone involved. Hence the various emotional hijinks that ensue when the warring in-laws start to rub abrasively - and sometimes rub a little too well - against each other, leading to a secondary quarrel between the couples involved who obviously side with their respective parents.

Which obviously makes for good television. :)

By all accounts, Charming Calvin seems to have gotten along relatively well with my parents despite remaining painfully mute during dinner. Perhaps they're accepted the fact that he's pathologically shy for some obscure reason.

Although from past experience I'm pretty sure I could charm most women alive - apart from the odd uncompromising witch or two ( I'm a nice guy! Really ! ), I certainly haven't met Charming Calvin's sainted mama since he's assured me repeatedly ( complete with relatively graphic Flash presentations and appropriate props! ) that at best, she probably would poison my tea for purportedly corrupting her baby boy.


Darlin, is that your mama?
I'm making my special lamb!
Since I'm of a particularly vengeful nature as well, I thought it best to stay safely away at present - lest my Saint Wicked side makes an appearance.