That’s the best line in James Cameron Mitchell‘s graphic but not sexy new movie, Shortbus, delivered by a character who’s a thinly veiled version of Ed Koch. The scene: a sex club cum performance space cum lounge for “the gifted and challenged” called Shortbus, in honor or the short yellow buses that ferry special needs kids to schools. It’s the best scene in the movie, which is basically about the way New York City is full of damaged people with dark secrets who are unable to talk about them, but nonetheless seeking communion and intimacy. I’m not sure that’s a globally true fact about the city — there’s also that huge population of people who talk endlessly about everything — but the scene where the Koch character effectively asks for forgiveness from the city of New York for the way he handled the AIDS epidemic is really moving, especially if you remember the AIDS epidemic during the Koch era, which was when the first person I knew who died of the disease passed away.
“And what did you do?” the Koch character asks a young man, whose face darkens at the realization that he’s been found out. (All lines from memory.) “New York is where everyone comes to be forgiven,” he says to the man by way of explanation, as if it goes without saying that the young man, Ceth, would not be there unless he did something the memory of which toments him. But if you grown up in New York, says the Koch character, you can find that the city can be a very unforgiving place. Where is he supposed to go to be forgiven? The answer that Mitchell comes up with is to place the mayor at the sex club, seeking redemption from the gay community on a person by person basis. “I did the best I could,” says the character of the former mayor. Then Ceth kisses him.
It was a ballsy artistic move, and the movie is so graphic that there’s no risk of there being a cross-over audience or widespread screenings, which could cause Koch to sue Mitchell. Still, the gay litigator friend with whom I saw the movie tells me that it remains a tort in New York State to falsely accuse someone of being gay, thanks to a very, very old law that remains on the books. (Not that that’s a case the former mayor would want to have to make, of course.)