Gay-male weepies have left a long trail of tears, stretching back to the sobbing, self-loathing queens of The Boys in the Band and including high-prestige pictures like Philadelphia (1993) and Brokeback Mountain (2005). The genre, most prominent during the first decade of the AIDS pandemic, has used melodrama to bid for (straight) audience sympathy, often neutering its characters in desperate pleas for tolerance.
As social mores and state constitutions have changed, the number of these films has dwindled. Homophobia and injustice still exist, of course — as do inept if extremely heartfelt movies about legally sanctioned hate. Travis Fine's 1979-set Any Day Now, about a part-time drag queen and his D.A. boyfriend fighting for custody of a teenager with Down syndrome, is undeniably filled with good intentions. But we all know where those lead: hell, where this lesbian critic might be headed for panning this film.
The shameless heartstring-tugging of Any Day Now begins immediately, as mentally disabled Marco (Isaac Leyva), clutching a doll, is seen — mostly from behind — roaming the streets of Los Angeles at night. The 14-year-old has a history of being exiled from or abandoned in the rat hole he shares with his mother, Marianna (Jamie Anne Allman), who, when she's not tooting coke, is working the streets. Down-the-hall neighbor Rudy (Alan Cumming), a New York transplant and occasional drag performer, notices Marco all alone one morning, patiently waiting for his breakfast; across town, Mom is being taken in by the vice squad. To figure out how to best keep Marco safe from the horrors of Social Services, Rudy calls Paul (Deadwood's Garret Dillahunt), the closeted lawyer in the district attorney's office he had pleasured — both aurally, with his lip-synched rendition of the overlooked disco treasure "Come to Me," and orally — the night before.
After Marianna waives her parental rights, Marco has two daddies. He and Rudy move into Paul's respectable civil servant home, a bulwark of love and stability. The couple, initially posing as cousins, petitions for custody, a plan that's derailed when their same-sex love is discovered.
Although currently 16 states allow joint gay adoptions, that bigotry still hasn't been fully expunged from the law books. As a reminder of the flagrant (and lingering) injustices of a not-so-distant past, Any Day Now might have some value as an earnest public service. But it's hard to take the message seriously when Cumming is left to keen "This is a travesty of justice!" while struggling with a Queens accent and buried (as Dillahunt is also) under a wig fished out of a dumpster after Milk wrapped.
Any Day Now is homo history repurposed as courtroom soap opera, a film with virtuous aims but horrible storytelling instincts. Straining for "teachable moments," it has one noteworthy, unintentional function: to remind us that though LGBT rights are continually evolving, the laws of kitsch remain immutable.
WEBHED: In Any Day Now, a Real-Life Travesty Becomes a Cinematic One