It comes from Andrew O’Hehir’s scathing review of the biopic J. Edgarat Salon:
It’s like a combination of acting-school exercises and the History Channel, with all the production values and dramatic intensity that suggests. Hoover’s longtime deputy director and presumed lover, Clyde Tolson, is played by Armie Hammer as — how do I put this delicately? — an absolute flaming queen, who uses the term “fashion-forward” during a department-store shopping expedition set in about 1930. For just a minute there, it looks as if “J. Edgar” is about to become “Queer Eye for the FBI,” and I’m profoundly sorry it doesn’t.
I haven’t seen the film yet but I usually like Clint Eastwood’s work as a director so I’ll give this flick a chance. BUT that passage was too good to ignore.Writing bad reviews is *always* more fun than giving something a thumbs up.