HUMOR

My Beautiful Colonoscopy

Was it as bad as I thought it’d be? What do you think?

Nobody remembers this, but in 1985, Daniel Day-Lewis starred in a little gem directed by Stephen Frears called My Beautiful Laundrette.

This was the Golden Age of a very particular kind of film. Think Merchant Ivory. Think Gandhi. Films were meaningful, beautifully shot, and not part of the Marvel Universe or the Star Wars franchise.

I know, right?

My Beautiful Laundrette was shocking on several levels. In it, DDL played a young street punk named Johnny (of course) who reconnects with his childhood friend, Omar, and the two subsequently fall in love, enduring hardships and breaking several taboos along the way.

I remember being fascinated by the depiction of a homosexual relationship that wasn’t played for laughs, or exaggerated, or mocked. My Beautiful Laundrette was a very big deal at the time.

All of which is a very long-winded and completely irrelevant way of explaining the title of this piece.

You know how volcanoes give warning signs before they explode? That’s how I feel right now.