What dickbag would tear apart a piece of capital, about a serious topic like the AIDS epidemic, just for laughs?
Well, not exactly for laughs. Yeah, on some level, I do amuse myself; but I’m here for a purpose. And that purpose it to cut through the… well, you know.
This cap is a slice of life from the early 80’s, focusing on the anxiety of gay life, the AIDS epidemic, plus a cameo from the iconic great, Joan of Arch. While there religious aspects to this cap, it is not excessively heavy-handed.
It’s difficult to see who the true protagonist in this cap is. The POV shifts around like gas between my stomachs after taco night at the corral.
We start by following Dr. Jayce Kellen in his frustration as he tried to educate gay men on the dangers of GRID. We next move to a coffee house, where he introduces his friend Seth to his new lover Chris. There are comparisons between Mae West and Joan of Arc. There is light talk about religion and an awkward observation.
The plot progresses. We learn Jayce is an asshat. Then, suddenly, the perspective changes from Jayce’s to Chris’. This is where it gets a little murky.
First off, Chris is not even slightly angry when he finds out that Jayce lied about having GRID. Instead, he goes on and loads the dishwasher. Then we’re swept forward in time to Chris, now an expert on AIDS, discussing Jayce’s medical condition with Seth.
Secondly, it feels like there is a big gap in this cap. That gap would be the place where Chris processed the GRID information and gained the knowledge and acceptance he seems to have suddenly gleaned out of thin air. There is a missed opportunity for some genuine emotional conflict. The GRID lie should have affected Chris far more than we see. Regardless of how devout of a Catholic Chris was there were unaddressed feelings.
There were a couple of confusing points in the cap, like the following:
What will it be like to be alone, even for a little while? Not to hear his voice or feel his touch? He's so kind and protective. I've come to depend on him, like a kept woman in a novel or a movie. Chris's thoughts drifted to a magical morning when Jayce had taken him to Belvedere Castle in Central Park. When Chris gets well, we need to go back there. It was wonderful.
I’m going to take a leap and assume the last “Chris” should be “Jayce”.
The end itself was fine. It wrapped up the plot well enough.
Overall, the cap wasn’t bad. However, it needs work. So, no.
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Re:A WALK IN THE PARK
Date: 2017/04/12 14:51
“Yet another terrible disease is about to yield to patience, persistence and outright genius.”—conclusion by United States Health and Human Services Secretary, Margaret Heckler, Office of Technology Assessment 'Review of the Public Health Service's Response to AIDS', U.S. Congress, Washington DC., February, 1985 p.29
Once, long ago, not that faraway, Rocks got AIDS tested. Remembers being told that, if found positive, he'd be a social pariah and die, then the doctor taking a really long time filling in some form after checking his results, before telling him they were negative.
At first Rocks didn't care much for this Walk in the Park cap about a gay couple with AIDS. Seemed like too much ping-pong dialog interspersed with a lot of undigested, albeit interesting, research. But then he did like all the little era details and specifics. Learned some things he hadn't known about Mae West, for example. Like (if memory serves him) that she was actually a man, a sheet metal worker from Des Moines (but which it mostly doesn't). He found the appearance of a small purple spot on Chris's hairline kind of tense. Though probably nothing to worry about, ha-ha.
"I know, I know. What I mean is, Chris is fragile. He might kill himself if he knew." This statement by Chris's partner, Jayce, a renowned enough MD to give presentations to packed auditoriums, struck Rocks as a little hypocritical or out of character or cowardly or something. Like first of all, that's up to Chris. And even if he did decide to off himself, it might prevent his inadvertently further spreading the love around.
The writing is tight, although the POV kind of wanders. The ending is beautiful, too beautiful. Like if Jayce were a martyr instead of just the unwitting victim of his own minor promiscuity, Rocks might've enjoyed seeing him traipse off hand in hand with his heroine into the bright, loving hereafter. But, as told, not so much. So, while there's a lot to recommend this one, and while one cannot catch anything too fatal from touching The Monkey, still, no.