But I've been a Kevin Kline fan since I first saw A Fish Called Wanda; not a movie-goer or even movie-watcher, mind you, and it's only been over the ensuing years that I've come to realize that Kline is a Shakespearian actor in Hollywood, much admired in Tinsel Town if not widely envied or loved for his acting in many and various roles. I also have very much my own taste in movies -- I couldn't even finish Sophie's Choice, a period-piece with both Kline and Meryl Streep playing utterly dated roles.
But Kline hit artistic pay dirt again in De-Lovely, and I'm glad that I've found out why I grew up in America with the name Cole Porter, even largely in the absence of his music and totally in ignorance of personal information about him. My father fancied himself a poet, but that's about as close to being a "homosexual" as most of Texas put up with in the 20th century; and my mother, well she forsook a career as a journalist -- in the 1930's -- to marry a "rich man's son" and she followed my father's lead pretty much when it came to instilling values in my sister and me.
But the movie!! The movie!! Not only was Cole Porter a wonderful pianist - he lost the use of his legs in a horse-riding accident later in life. And not only was he bisexual - in the movie his gay friends are much more effective and moving actors than his co-star, Ashley Judd.