It’s pretty “text.”
Death Race is definitely the gayest non-gay movie I’ve seen recently. Hear me out.
First of all, it’s set in prison. Our heavily-tattooed hero, Jensen, is doing time for a murder he didn’t commit. His main rival in the titular race is Machinegun Joe, who’s “one angry homo” played by the smoldering Tyrese. The eyefuckage in this movie is truly ridiculous. Joe even has a cutesy pet name for Jensen – “Igor”. And (are you ready for this?) at the end of the movie they escape the prison, RUN AWAY TOGETHER TO MEXICO, and RAISE JENSEN’S BABY. Case, who’s basically a walking pair of tits, reappears at the end, presumably to cool down the homoeroticism, but instead she just makes me think ‘threesome’.
Midnight Cowboy, though it just barely squeeks by “text” into “subtext”. Excellent movie, by the way.
For the record, you can’t really blame the producers for the verbal homophobia in 300. That’s all from the original graphic novel by Frank “Mr. Manly Far-right Nutjob Homophobe” Miller.
Old version or new version? I haven’t seen either one, I don’t think.
Ooh! I see what you mean. However, it’s a nice treat for my Sunday morning surfing.
What, Thelma and Louise doesn’t cut it for you?
Subtext: men are nice, but you wouldn’t drive off a cliff for them.
OK, so basically anything with Keanu Reeves, Val Kilmer, or Mel Gibson is assumed homoerotic until proved otherwise… as is anything with a lot of ancient Romans or Greeks.
Got it. 
And here was me thinking that 300 Spartan warriors were sometimes just ummm… 300 Spartan warriors…
Sometimes they are. But not in 300.
120 plus replies and no one’s mentioned Shane yet?
Oh, hell yes.
I’ll add in one that is pretty obscure: Leeches! High school swim team attacked by leeches on steroids (I Am Not Making This Up). Lots of long, lingering, slow-mo shots of buff guys in Speedos.
That’s the new version. (At least the old version didn’t have any thing like that in the plot I remember.)
“The Outlaw.” It was all about hot young Billy the Kid getting between the gay relationship between Pat Garrett and Doc Holliday. Jane Russell was just Holliday’s beard … a spectacular beard, but still a beard.
Which reminds me of Young Guns– all the purty boy gunslingers.
The 1975 version of Death Race 2000 had a gay director, Paul Bartel.
I know it’s been said about a thousand times, but I have to mention 300 again, because seriously, this is the most crammed, jammed and rammed collection of homoerotic imagery splashed on celluloid in the history of film, and with movies like Top Gun, and **Interview With a Vampire **out there, that’s saying a lot.
Every thirty seconds we are gang raped by gay imagery. Walls of rolling men, sweating rivulets of mineral oil over and in between miles of hard man-meat separated by canals your tongue would almost certainly become wedged in (like the scene in A Christmas Story with that long hard pole) if you hazard to wager taking such a chance.
There are scenes where men look knowingly and longingly into each other’s eyes and down at their meat-whistles, like they’re just vibrating in angst, waiting for the moment where they are certain enough that the other is willing and bracing to have his ass pounded like a narc at a biker rally, or hoping for the moment when another slow motion, flying teabag will come in from out of the frame and blast them right in the face like that basketball scene in Along Came Polly.
Men, wearing nothing but sandals, capes and bulging diapers with skid marks in the front. Those pulsing diapers are so jam packed with bangers and mash that you’d swear you discovered the location they were keeping their helmets all along.
“Spartans! Tonight we dine on tube steak!”
General rule of thumb: If the bulk of your film budget is spent on baby oil, Speedos and consulting fees paid to the cast of Queer Guy For The Brown Eye, or whatever the hell you call it, then your film is pretty freakin’ gay.
Seriously, if you’re a straight guy, and you sit through a homo-thon of The 300, **Top Gun **and Interview With A Vampire, then later find yourself in a room full of naked men screaming, “Poke my in my jellyfish ass!” then you deserve a pass for that shit, 'cause your senses were completely drowned in unremitting, pants-soaking, decrotchifying homoeroticism gone supernova all over your face.
I need a cigarette.
You know what? You need to join the Marine Corps, and tell all your hot man buddies how homo they are.
Screw that. I think I need to buy 300 
Go for it. Hot guys. I can do without Euthanasiast’s being gang raped by gay imagery. She protesteth too much.
I still haven’t watched 300 because the trailers were gay enough to make me squirm. The Road Warrior depicted a post-apocalyptic outback as one huge leather bar, but I came here to mention The Fellowship of the Ring.
The loving friendships between Frodo & Sam, Pippin & Merry, Legolas & Gimli. Boromir got teh gay for Aragorn, as did Haldir later in the Two Towers. Hugo Weaving’s eyebrows twitching while he and Gandalf speak in private, Gandalf and Saroman split up in a huge spectacular fight, after which Saroman told his army of big sweaty muscular orcs:
“You will taste manflesh!”
I was just going to say that too, in response to the fact that there have been a lot of male homoerotic films mentioned, but almost no female.