"Sadly, not enough has changed since the 1950s. We speculate about the sexuality of megastars, and as long as they stay straight off screen we're willing to let them play straight on screen. When somebody famous comes out of the closet, "gay" is the first label they wear. We can believe that Natalie Portman is a ballerina or Colin Firth is a king, but audiences still haven't gotten to the point where they can suspend disbelief long enough to accept a gay person in a leading romantic role. Try this exercise for yourself. When you think of Ricky Martin, what's the first word that comes to mind? What about Ellen DeGeneres?[...]
In Promises, Promises, Hayes was an effusive entertainer. He gamely engaged in slapstick comedy, including a gag with a fruitcake in his living room. But the musical didn't work, not because of the singing or dancing, but because he and Kristin Chenoweth weren't convincing as a couple. You know what Promises, Promises really needed? Something that would have revived this worn-out revival--a leading man for Sean Hayes."
--Ramin Setoodeh in the Daily Beast arguing that he was right all along to argue that gay men just can't play straight