Rober DeNiro's CIA epic, The Good Shepherd, is a pretty flawed, critically polarizing film. Yes, its plot crawls when compared with the likes Munich. Furthermore, making Matt Damon's college sweetheart deaf seems an unnecessarily handicapable wrinkle; Angelina Jolie, aside from an introductor scene where she's as hot as, well, Angelina Jolie, is almost totally wasted in what amounts to a recurring cameo; and all the charisma Matt Damon showed in Syriana and The Departed is muffled considerably (and, in fairness, somewhat understandably) here.
That said, The Good Shepherd is still a more worthwhile effort than at leat 80% of what you'll find onscreen presently, muddled as it may be. But when it comes to its depiction of Yale's ultra-secretive, bluebloods-only Skull & Bones fraternity, The Good Shepherd has laser focus. The Bonesmen, among them Damon, are shown performing drag shows at their secluded island lodge, mud wrestling naked, and doffing their fluffy robes to lay naked in coffin-like contraptions during initiation. Women are all but an afterthought, and the sexual tension between Damon and his fellow Bonesmen is 800 times more palpable than any fireworks going on between him and Jolie.
So is DeNiro trying to say that the average Bonesman is gay? Maybe not, but the fact that he pushes things to the point where this question can even be pondered is positively delicious -- and sure to ruffle many a feather of Bonesmen past and present.