"Broadway Damage" is a sweet confection spun around the the classic gay triangle: the lovable Hunk, the fag hag Chunk, and the best pal Lunk secretly in love with the Hunk. More corn syrup is ladled on thick when Hunk and Chunk move in together in modern Greenwich Village, no less. Apparently set in the present, "Damage" feels like the kind of screwball romantic comedy that Hollywood never really made. You half expect the cast of "Wonderful Town" to come marching down Sheridan Square humming a showtune.
Combing the obits finds them a bohemian squat lately owned by a deceased young actor - they've hit the real estate jackpot! No one mentions, however, that their good fortunes are probably due to the tenant's death from AIDS. In true fairy tale style, the dive is transformed into an ultra cool pad in one brief montage segment. (You know how talented those fellas are with decorating!)
Despite some modern kinks (Hunk's love trouble, Chunk's job trouble, and Lunk's Hunk jones) flick never can get too serious about much. And dialogue never really cracks like genre demands. Fade out is just as we'd expect. And no one suffers much damage - on Broadway or elsewhere.
Combing the obits finds them a bohemian squat lately owned by a deceased young actor - they've hit the real estate jackpot! No one mentions, however, that their good fortunes are probably due to the tenant's death from AIDS. In true fairy tale style, the dive is transformed into an ultra cool pad in one brief montage segment. (You know how talented those fellas are with decorating!)
Despite some modern kinks (Hunk's love trouble, Chunk's job trouble, and Lunk's Hunk jones) flick never can get too serious about much. And dialogue never really cracks like genre demands. Fade out is just as we'd expect. And no one suffers much damage - on Broadway or elsewhere.