Thursday, December 9, 2004

No Sex, Please

Thirty-five years ago or so there was a cute little bedroom farce called No Sex Please, We’re British. I saw a production of it starring Mickey Rooney at the Coconut Grove Playhouse when it was on winter stock tour. It was utterly enjoyable and the plot was instantly forgettable. It was based on the stereotype that the British are somewhat squeamish about talking about sex but have no trouble accomplishing it.

I don’t know why I thought of that little bit of theatrical fluff when I read Frank Rich’s column on the Religious Reich’s attacks on the film Kinsey, but I did.