I love Jeff Corwin
. . . with a quiet, manly kind of love. You know, the way John Ireland loved Montgomery Clift in Red River -- no, wait, that's not quite right. I dig Corwin the way Sal Mineo dug Jimmy Dean in Rebel Without a Cause . . . no, no, no, that's not it either.Maybe I love him the way Claude Rains loves Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca -- hey, wait, you mean that's gay, too? (See David Thomson's essay, Film Studies: Gay films? Well there's 'Raging Bull' and 'The Godfather' for starters...) Well, I certainly don't love him the way Laurence Olivier loves Tony Curtis in Spartacus, or the way Jake Gyllenhaal loves Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain. Damn it all, aren't there any role models in Hollywood for good, beefy, MASCULINE love? Hmm. Maybe I love him the way Jake Barnes loves his fishin' buddy Bill Gorton in The Sun Also Rises. I can always count on Papa Hemingway for confidently heterosexual male-male bonding, right? Right. Anyway, I owe this gush of enthusiasm for Jeff Corwin to my son, who found this repository of Jeff Corwin video clips. They're all great, but we especially enjoyed Jeff's "Never before seen movie segments!" So, Jeff, I love ya 'cuz your heart is in the right place, you care about animals, you're a ham like me, and you're funny as hell. That and the fact you're so damned hawt.Jeff, I wish I knew how to quit you. D. P.S.: If you want a serious treatment of the history of gay themes in Hollywood cinema, you can do no better than The Celluloid Closet, 1995. Great stuff.