OK, I can understand that if you’re gay, any celebration of raw male physicality is subjectively “erotic.” That’s understandable. A woman just standing in a loose sweater breathing is subjectively erotic to me. (A plain woman, with no interest in me at all, who’s a total butch dyke in her actual sex life, even.) Well, not necessarily all the time, but you can see my point. That doesn’t mean it’s intrinsically or objectively “erotic.” (Note that by “erotic”, I here mean what is more carefully termed “sexually arousing,” “sexy,” or maybe “attractive.”)
When you use the word “homoerotic,” it sounds like an objective descriptor to the ears of straight men & lesbians–for whom it’s not automatically erotic just because there are oohh, boy body parts exposed & stuff. I’m sick to death of gays talking as if their subjective, totally projected “subtext” is more important than the actual text of every movie in the world. The world does not revolve around you personally nor gay culture in general.
Real eroticism, in a literary sense involves more content than just a body that’s an idealized version of my own body (obviously not to you, gay boy, but to the rest of us). Your sense of this film, which is about virility & the glory of violence, as erotic, is eroticism only on the most superficial level. And it’s not the primary sense of the film. (I feel like a feminist trying to explain to a man that women in art aren’t just sex objects.)
But mainly, when you use the word “homoerotic,” it’s sexist because you’re acting as if only male eyes look at these pictures. Sexy men being sexy, being virile, aren’t to be assumed to be doing it for desirous male eyes. They can be playing out there sexiness in the normal fashion, as the male half of heterosexual sexuality. But “homoerotic” implies that they are gay, which attempts to steal from heterosexuality, male & female, much of the spectrum of sexuality, eroticism, & appreciation of the male form (whether as one’s own or the opposite sex).
“…Men will awake presently and be men again, and colour and laughter and splendid living will return to a grey civilization. But that will only come true because a few men will believe in it, and fight for it, and fight in its name against everything that sneers and snarls at that ideal.”
Leslie Charteris,** The Last Hero**