the fine art of forcing another person to lay on his back
by Douglas Messerli
Damon Laguna (screenwriter and director) Headlock
/ 2020 [16 minutes]
We
do perceive, even in these very early scenes, that he is close to his friend
Travis (Eduardo Alexis Peña), his friend calling him “baby Diego” and both
listening at other ends of the head phone to music on Travis’ machine.
Everything else appears to be centered around his physical condition, as
he runs early each morning, checks out his body in the mirror, and practices
wrestling with the other members of the team as if it were a dance, the coach
shouting out “Tempo, tempo, tempo,” instead of a struggle for bodily control of
the another.
But finally, after a later phone call, Travis convinces him to join him:
“Come on, I want to sit with you.”
Travis argues, using a metaphor from his first night of wrestling, that
the fear of the unknown just holds you back. Those simple, coded sentences, are
enough to bring the two into a near kiss, just at that very moment, friends
from the party interrupt.
Suddenly Travis pulls back, demanding to know what Diego is doing and
slugging him, as he shouts “Get off.” Travis, alas, is doing what any boy
threatened with being outed does to deny his involvement, even attacking his
best friend to protect himself.
Diego attacks the young man, an assault stopped only by the sudden
appearance of teachers, in particular Diego’s father, the coach, who wants to
know “What’s going on?”
If
there was ever a being trapped, metaphorically speaking, placed in a “headlock,”
it is Diego, who cannot escape his father, the sport, nor the sexual situation.
He is trapped so it seems.
Diego
walks away without answering.
The
father looks down to see the mags from Diego’s locker spread out on the floor.
The
boy retreats to his bedroom, now even allowing his father entry and refusing to
answer his ringing cellphone.
Suddenly,
as in the most romantic of rom-coms, there’s a knock on Diego’s bedroom window.
Travis lifts the window from outside and crawls in, totally wet from the rain.
We have entered the fine fantasy of gay romance.
Come morning, Diego’s father knocks before entering his son’s room to
find them both in bed. Unlike some hysteric fathers, however, he simply leaves,
Travis soon after, having dressed, walking past him as he escapes the house.
Either times truly have changed or author/director Damon Laguna is
perfectly willing to ask us to provide a willing suspension of disbelief as
Diego tells his father that he “can’t lie anymore.” “I just wanted you to be
proud of me.”
Unlike my ex-coach father, who surely might have denounced me on the
spot or even turned to pretend that I no longer existed, this coach hugs his
son to him assuring him that he loves him always.
Diego leaves his house to find Travis waiting for him as they head off
to school, this time presumably to deal with their homophobic peers as a pair,
one of them most popular boy in the class. What can they do but recognize that
that’s how it is these days.
The only question that remains for me is “Does
Diego get quit the wrestling team?” But then, perhaps he doesn’t want to.
Los Angeles, December 1, 2023
Reprinted from My Queer Review blog (December
2023).