If you wake up and you are scared, you’ll say wait a minute, I’m holding Eric’s shoe. Why the hell would I be holding some smelly basketball shoe a trillion light years of the universe? I must be here on earth safe in my sleeping bag, and Eric must be closed by.
It's more like a bibliographic research of the "closeted" based on visual clips. I was so much trilled by the subtle insinuation of homosexual emotion on the big screen, and I watched a hell lot of movies that still got shocked. It's heartbreaking yet healing.