Dean Johnson's Legacy, Anna Nicole's Lunacy   For the Bible
Tells Me So, the documentary about the way religion craps on
homosexuality, premiered at a church, but it was just the right
one: Marble Collegiate, where Liza Minnelli married David Gest.
Before the film unspooled, I heard some devout talk from the
media in my pew. ("I know you write for the Huffington Post too.
What section are you covering this for? I'm here for the Living
section." "Oh, don't worry. I'm just writing about divorce and
religion.") But then everyone—even some people not from the
Huffington Post—quieted down and took in the sensitively done
filmic affirmation that misusing the Bible to bash gays is an
"abomb-nation," as Jimmy Swaggart so illiterately pronounces it.
Afterward, the director and cast swarmed to the altar and
congratulated each other, getting extra choked up about having
just won awards at a Milwaukee film festival. Bawling the
hardest was a woman whose daughter killed herself after Mom
denounced her lesbianism. "She's