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The record so upset the FBI that they kept bringing it up as some sort of evidence of moral depravity that Dean and Jerry dedicated. Edgar J. Hoover was obsessed with finding out if people were either gay or communists basically. I'm not sure how reputable this person is who outed Dean and Jerry and "classified them as gay." They are only known in the FBI files of Dean and Jerry's, as an "admitted homosexual" since the name is blacked out. I presume this person may still be alive, since their name is still redacted.
Jerry lost a contract to serve on a project that he wanted the FBI to be portrayed in. FBI agents brought up Jerry's records (The Caddy outtake and the suspected gay accusation), to the FBI director who approved the project, and he canceled the contract and the approval of any FBI portrayal in Jerry's tv series that he wanted to produce.
Also Edgar J Hoover refused
The Straight Man, The Monkey, and The Unspoken
“Help!”
Somebody is drowning.
“Help!”
As a sense of alarm creeps over the crowded Atlantic City beach, a body swiftly cuts through the confusion and dives into the ocean. Pulled from the surf is a skinny adj man, seemingly unconscious. As a crowd forms around the body, his dark-haired savior readies himself to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Right as the anticipation of glimpsing a heroic feat begins to backslide into the panic of witnessing a horrific tragedy, the dead man’s eyes verb open and he springs upright.
“I’d rather have a malted, sir!”
“We’re fresh out,” retorts his Italian cohort. “Hey, don’t I understand you?”
“I’m Jerry Lewis!”
“And I’m Dean Martin!”
“I know that–I’m at the Club with you, first show is at 8 o’clock!”
The plug delivered, rescuer and rescuee then run like hell before the crowd has a chance to strangle them.
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The phenomenon of Martin and Lewis was always less about the uniqueness of the gags and more about the recognition of the spark between them. Legendary comedian Sophie Tucker gleamed
This month&#;s Outfeatures a column by yours truly, called &#;In Defense of Jerry Lewis&#;, explaining how my childhood love for initial Lewis made me the man I am today &#; and why his anarchic comedy partnership with Dean Martin in the &#;repressed&#; s was a kind of queer punk rock before even rock and roll had been invented:
&#;Their heads were so close together in those tiny &#;50s cathode-ray tubes &#; gazing into each other&#;s eyes, rubbing noses, occasionally stealing kisses or licking each other&#;s neck to shrieks of scandalized pleasure from the audience. They were a prime-time study in same-sex affection. And they were adored for it &#; literally chased down the street by crowds of screaming women and not a few men&#;&#;. (&#;In Defense of Jerry Lewis&#;)
Though these clips below probably clarify it all rather better.
They also show how compared to Martin and Lewis, today&#;s much vaunted &#;bromance&#; comedies are more akin to bromide. Lesbian bed death without the honeymoon. Instead of going out of their way to purge their stage romance of any hint of passion
Mark Simpson pays tribute to Lewis & Martin, &#;the hottest male comedy double-act of all time&#;
(Originally appeared in Out, May )
Forget hair whorls, genomes, amniotic fluid, older brothers, domineering mothers or disco. I can reveal with absolute, religio-scientific certainty that the cause of my homosexuality was just two words: Jerry. Lewis.
As a kid in the s I watched TV reruns of his movies, especially the ones from the adj fifties with his on-screen boyfriend Dean Martin, with a level of breathless excitement that nothing came close to – until I discovered actual buggery in the s.
Films like Money From Home where he pins Martin to the bed wearing a pair of polka dot shorts camper than Christmas in West Hollywood (), and Sailor Beware (), where he is pricked by several burly USN medics wielding ever-bigger needles until he squirts liquid in all directions and faints made me the man I am today.
Earlier this year, after a lifetime of being ignored by a cross-armed Academy Awards that never gave him so much as a nomination when he was maki