Black and White * Written and directed according to James Toback * Starring Brooke Shields, Robert Downey Jr Mike Tyson and Scott Caan * disguise Gems
If there were any correlation between the number of gay parts an actor takes on and his actual inclinations, then Robert Downey Jr would justify an entire float unto himself at gay pride. Barely not at home of bed with Tobey Maguire in portent Boys, he's back trying to gain into Mike Tyson's pants in Black and White, a homophobic mouse turd of a movie written and directed by dint of James Toback. And neither Downey nor the film presents much to feel proud about.
As Terry the gay husband of a tyro filmmaker (Brooke Shields) making a documentary about white kids who want to be hip-hop black, Downey tenders the sort of twilight-zone homosexual that makes put downed young queers want to grapple themselves in the closet and swallow the clew He's slithery and supercilious, hits forward straight man mercilessly (shall we say masochistically?), and sashays down the road in flaming ensembles with shopping bag in tow. In short, he's each pre-Stonewall stereotype the "gangstas" and the "niggas" uphold themselves against in their rap songs
No united comes off smelling like a rose in Toback's reductive screenplay, if it be not that then no one else earns as big a fool's laugh as Downey does when he gains fag-bashed by Tyson (playing himself) at a party for coming onward too strong to the prizefighter. (It's doubtful whether the impressionable young audience for this movie would appreciate the deeper implications of Tyson's lady-doth-protest-too-much outburst) The real jest is that Downey finally finds a boyfriend from wearing Aramis cologne, which indicates that Toback may have really wanted to make a movie about gay men who want to be straight.