french kiss
by Douglas Messerli
Sigmund Lubin (screenplay and director) Meet
Me at the Fountain / 1904
For
a few moments he stands alone in front of the fountain with only a woman
pushing a baby carriage passing by. Obviously, in a good mood, the man briefly
attempts to diddle with the child, the mother or nanny, utterly offended,
scolding him and hurrying off.
And
so the chase begins as the man, attempting to escape the women, he struggles to
rid himself of his stalkers by presenting them with various obstacles—a fence,
stairs, a small cliff, a streetcar, and a tree onto he which climbs out on a
limb—all seemingly unnavigable to the hopeful brides dressed in their
turn-of-the-century long skirts and several layers of undergarments. Jumping,
hopping, bending, climbing, and simple running does not at all daunt these
devilish damsels.
She
happens to be the famed transvestite performer, Gilbert Saroni, who, in the
film’s last scene is dressed up as a bride standing next to her groom, the
nobleman. The two men turn toward one another and French kiss.
Surely this was the first representation of two men marrying on film—one
of them perhaps transgender—but it certainly was not the last. Just a few
months later, Edwin S. Porter released on his Edison label How a French
Nobleman Got a Wife Through the New York Herald Personal Columns, basically
a repeat of the earlier film with a few refinements.
Los Angeles, December 7, 2020
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog and
World Cinema Review (December 2020).
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