This film came at the perfect time...

Who was that carefree Wilder dude, sniffing a guy's sweaty polo shirt as routinely as checking if a carton of milk was sour; breaking the hearts of both girls and boys; who can hotly kiss-drool a healing potion into Oscars mouth; who doesn't get the *beep* kicked out of him for being not only sexually ambiguous (like the poor sucker in the cemetery), but worse, a French-Canadian in the Eastern Provinces? He reminded me of the crush interest in Dolan's Heartbeats. In fact I had to check to be certain they weren't the same actors. Yes that kiss was delicious.