Let’s get one thing straight: The Boys in the Band is not, as the title suggests, a musical. But it is the most gay-cliché-filled movie ever. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… This time capsule of camp is both revelatory and galling. Band captures a night in the life of nine gay men in 1968 NYC, where a birthday party devolves into a nasty WWho’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?-style parlor game of true confessions, revealing a deep sea of vitriol beneath the flamboyant surface. The extras nicely contextualize the play-turned-movie’s making-of, but a commentary from writer Mart Crowley and director William Friedkin is oddly repetitive. Nonetheless, this heavy-handed relic of a self-loathing time proves surprisingly relevant — not to mention funny, disturbing, and deeply moving. A?