Does love really have to be so categorized?
Love has existed throughout the ages between people in various ways, platonic or sexual.
If someone loves you and treats you well, I really doubt their anatomy should make a difference.
The Normal Heart isn’t so much about homosexuality or a disease, it’s about humans treating each other with humanity.
The heart has nothing to do with love, so what is normal? Even the fact that we say the heart has to do with love shows how mixed up we are about the emotion.
I’ve heard people kind of cluck and say, oh, I couldn’t take an actor seriously as a leading man once I found out he was gay. He’s an actor. He’s acting. He’s not a leading man, he’s playing a leading man. I can think an actor is lovely to look at and watch just as easily if he’s gay or straight, it’s not like I’m going to hook up with them either way.
HBO has adapted Larry Kramer’s mostly autobiographical play, The Normal Heart into a heart-wrenching TV movie event.
It’s primary focus is the HIV/AIDS crisis in New York City between 1981 and 1984. Mark Ruffalo brilliantly takes on the part of writer/activist Ned Weeks who struggles to organize not only the gay community, but make everyone understand how devastating this disease is while receiving push-back from all quarters.
There was a moment when I thought, gee, Ruffalo, just turn into The Hulk, they’ll have to listen to you then, but it passed.
Julia Roberts is luminous and passionate in the severe role of Dr. Emma Brookner, an abrupt, but caring physician in a wheelchair who becomes a reluctant expert on the gay cancer as it was first known, and also an advocate for those suffering from this terrible illness.
Other standouts? Jim Parsons, Taylor Kitsch, Matt Bomer, Joe Mantello and more.
The script is often virulent and preachy, but I understand the intensity should match the urgency. The actors wrangled the script well, giving us a memorable and moving performance. Have tissues ready.
This movie isn’t just about love, but about the power of fear, prejudice, and oppression.
Whether or not you agree with certain lifestyles there should be no doubt that we should have compassion and empathy if we are going to have hope.
This movie stressed the simple point, each and every person that dies of AIDS whether straight or gay was also someone’s son, or brother or friend or father or uncle or mother, sister, daughter, lover, husband, wife, or maybe a soldier, doctor, teacher, chef, engineer, athlete, mechanic, designer, dog trainer, construction worker, social worker, actor, plumber, musician, artist, astronaut, author…more that that, they were human beings.
I don’t feel I have to agree with everything a person says or does to love them. I don’t think love should be so conditional.