I finally saw Eating Out on DVD last weekend. While some parts may be flawed (ok, am not a critic but I just find some issues to be overly simplified..maybe that is the point?) it amazes me that some truths are so much simpler when portrayed on the screen. Less dimensions, I guess.
The idea that people come in "leagues" struck a chord. At the end of the movie, Gwen (the fag hag) confronted Kyle about the candle he's holding for Marc. It goes like this:
Gwen: "Okay babe, this is one of the reasons I get called a bitch. Because I tell it like it is. Kyle, reality. Reality, Kyle. You are not in Marc's league. I mean, you're not a total K-9, but you are a K-5. Marc's not a K at all. Your chances of ever scoring with someone like Marc? Zero. Nothing. El Nacho! Live with it. Move on!"
Why is this so? I mean, what makes one "in your league" or out of it. What makes one too good, or not good enough?
Am guilty of such stratification myself, and I don't know how to get it straight, or if I even should. One thing I know, it sucks.
The part when Marc admits his being an A-class jerk in an effort to make Kyle want him more is much wishful thinking, but a welcome ending for hopeless romantics like myself. The dashing prince sweeping a beautiful (in some tales, ugly during the day) commoner off her feet as they live happily ever after is so timeless, it never fails to sell.
It goes:
Marc: I knew your name was Kyle. At the party, I called you Kevin, but I knew you were Kyle.
And I knew you were at the music school.
Kyle: Why do you do that shit?
Marc: I don't know, I guess it's kind of fucked up.
Kyle: Damn straight.
Marc: Why stop at one? I do know why I do it, it sounds stupid.
Kyle: Why?
Marc: To make you want me.
Kyle: That is stupid.
Marc: It's true.
Kyle: Isn't it painfully obvious?
Marc: What, by the way you always look away whenever I walk into a room and whisper something to your friends the second you think I'm not paying any attention? Or by the way you always come up and talk to Gwen and not me?
Kyle: Oh come on. You're too good for me. You know how the system works.
Marc: The system sucks.
