The Doogie Line
I’ll be the first to admit that my gaydar isn’t quite what you would call world-class, so I have some sympathy for Ted Haggard’s parishioners for not recognizing the tell-tale signs (the coy sideways glance, “Jesus is fabulous”, the Sunday after-services Douglas Sirk Film Festivals). It’s hard enough listening to the voice of God in your head while at the same time concentrating on what is happening right in front of your face…or in a cheap Denver motel room, as the case may be. Therefore, I have a confession to make:
I didn’t know that Neil Patrick Harris was gay.
There. I’ve said it.
I didn’t sense teh gay in Doogie Howser M.D. I detected nary a homo-vibe when I saw him in Rent at the La Jolla Playhouse (then again, I may have been unable to pick it up with high frequency Wilson Cruz providing rattle and hum). But, gay? No way. I mean, check out this scene:
Acting? Brilliant! Tom Cruise couldn’t have done it better.
No. Really. Tom Cruise couldn’t do it better.