Three little old ladies in Northern Manitoba haven’t figured out that Cranston is gay, and that’s only because the bookmobile doesn’t stock his autobiography. He was, in his day, the world’s best and most innovative male skater, but his obvious if not exactly open orientation along with his refusal to compromise with the gangsters who judge figure skating competitions led to a forced retirement. Too bad it’s only now the world is ready for Toller-as a skater, not as an interior decorator.