It’s the end of the 90’s. Michael Glatze is one of the major gay activist in the U.S. XY Managing Editor, one of the most important gay magazine of the country, Glatze spent his time meeting dazed and confused youngsters scared by their own sexuality. Happily engaged, Glatze was very touched by his parents death. His mother, a ardent Christian, died of cancer, and his father fell cold stone dead for an inborn heart malfunction. He was convinced of suffering of the same disease, but it was not like that and he was so happy about it that he decided it was God’s will. So he decided to glorify the Lord leaving the bad road and pursuing the fags.
This long prologue was necessary, because the story of Glatze is so absurd that seems written from a very good screenwriter, but it’s all true and is told by Justin Kelly, a Gus Van Sant pupil. Good biopic told with the right balance of irony, I am Michael is a human tragedy, the curve of a man uncapable to find himself. Based upon the biography written by his boyfriend, Kelly’s movie keeps a benevolent point of view on Glatze instead the distaste he acquired towards diversities. Kelly outlines the inconsistency of this man as a deep state of confusion that turns Glatze victim of his own acts.
James Franco is quite comfortable playing Glatze, as always when he works on borderline characters. At his side there’s an excellent Zachary Quinto as the boyfriend betrayed with God. Kelly directs without stains and gives the right tempo at the movie that runs pleasantly and at the end leaves us with a deep discomfort. Wheter is God or Allah, the real problem are always those who talk in their stead.