I've been telling myself that since the night I heard the child say it. I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true. But I know about it now. It's there. I don't know how, I don't know why. But I did love you! I do love you! I resented your plans to marry. Maybe because I wanted you. Maybe I've wanted you all these years. I couldn't call it by before, but maybe it's been there since I first knew you.
Another rebuke to pioneering queer film historian Vito Russo's understandable but short-sighted focus on "positive representation," a melodrama that wobbles but finally devastates. Not as fine as Sirk's masterpieces of that genre or Wyler's great BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES, but its refusal to spare its heroine, or us, the murderous cruelty of dominant homophobia lends it at least a rare and affecting MORAL fineness.