As someone who grew up in Europe during the 1980s, "the Line of Beauty" just seems like a self-indulgent memoir, written by someone who happened to have industry connections to make it into a production. Yes, we all remember it wasn't "cool" or "in" to be gay back then, and we all remember AIDS was scaring everyone witless. But take away the job/industry back-story and you're just left with some social-climbing, name-dropping nobody trying to interest us in who he knew way back when. This simply wasn't compelling, interesting or unique.
Review of The Line of Beauty
