This month’s Outfeatures a column by yours truly, called ‘In Defense of Jerry Lewis’, explaining how my childhood love for early Lewis made me the man I am today — and why his anarchic comedy partnership with Dean Martin in the ‘repressed’ 1950s was a kind of queer punk rock before even rock and roll …
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In Defence of Jerry Lewis
Martin and Lewis were the hottest male comedy double-act of all time — who make today’s ‘bromance’ look like bromide. By Mark Simpson (Originally appeared in Out, May 2009 — but has fallen off their website) Forget hair whorls, genomes, amniotic fluid, older brothers, domineering mothers or disco. I can reveal with absolute, religio-scientific certainty …