First thing you have to know: I'm not gay. I write about movies a lot, but I am not gay.
True, I went through a live-theater phase in my adolescence and teen years. Even did...musicals. Hey, everyone experiments at puberty. Some try pot, heroin, LSD, radical body modification, suicidal BASE jumping, Aryan Nations, militant Islam....I did Rodgers and Hammerstein and Sigmund Romberg. Thank heaven there was no YouTube at the time to preserve the evidence. Ultimately I grew out of live theater before any permanent damage was done. Now, aside from the necessity of a paycheck in covering the arts-leisure beat, rarely do I have any interest in setting foot in a stage venue. I've gone to print repeatedly with the mistaken assertions that Leslie Bricusse wrote
Oliver! and
The Music Man takes place in Gary, Indiana, to the extent that an actual homosexual man got very upset with me and set me straight (LOL) that it was Lionel Bart who did the Dickens blockbuster tuner and River City, Iowa, where Harold Hill peddled his musical instruments, respectively. Okay, sue me. I'm not gay (read up on Lionel Bart some time; dude probably would have lived longer if it were indeed someone else, and not him, who had written
Oliver! ).