If Dorothy don't want that big fine black man - somebody else sho' do!
What you want wid Bess?
She's gettin' ole now;
Take a fine young gal OR A MIDDLE-AGED BLACK GAY BLOGGER IN CINCINNATI
For to satisfy Crown.
Look at this chest
An' look at these arms you got.
For awhile, it seemed that Brock Peters was the go-to guy whenever they wanted someone to terrorize Dorothy Dandridge in the movies (also see Carmen Jones). He did it so well! And he was so seriously sexy when he did it!
His portrayal of Crown in 1959's Porgy and Bess is the blueprint for the dangerous thug lover that could make your panties moist or put a bunch in your jockstrap.
Sidney Poitier didn't want to do Porgy and Bess because he felt it was insulting - but he didn't have a choice after they tricked him into it. Harry Belafonte had a choice and chose to turn it down because he thought it was too demeaning. Poor Dorothy Dandridge needed a job AND the money and wasn't in the position to turn down anything. But it would appear that Brock Peters loved playing the villian. Maybe he didn't have a choice either.
Brock Peters was more rugged, more rough, more black and ... more ugly! He didn't have that non-threatening matinee idol handsomeness and crossover star quality that Sidney Poitier had. He wasn't as pretty as Harry Belafonte who was almost as pretty as Dorothy Dandridge, but lord help me, what he did have totally solidifies my standing as a same-gender identified man.
When Brock Peters (Crown) stomps through the bushes all hot, black ... and funky and kidnaps Bess at the picnic, she fights him off. But then she gets overcome by the vapors and gives in. That's when he slings her over his shoulder and bags it up. And that's when I know I don't have a heterosexual bone in my body because I would have given it up in a heartbeat, too! I keep confusing Brock with Crown but right now it really doesn't matter because when he bursts through the door to claim Bess during the hurricane with his shirt ripped, his chest ripped, and drenched & soaked in those tight-assed pants and boots, Porgy would have to do more than sing YOU IS MY WOMAN, NOW!
Don't let him take me
Don't let him handle me
With his hot hands
Like I said, if she don't want them hot ... hands, I know WHO DO!