Thursday, December 14, 2023

Hal Roach | Turnabout / 1940

worshiping an idol

by Douglas Messerli

 

Mickell Novack, Berne Giler, and John McClain, with Rain James (screenplay, based on a fiction by Thorne Smith), Hal Roach (director) Turnabout / 1940

 

Hal Roach’s 1940 film Turnabout is described by Vito Russo in The Celluloid Closet as a “harmless sex-role farce,” a film which, in fact, is not truly an LGBTQ film nor even a cross-dressing comedy, although the argumentative happy couple at the center do change “voices” and, almost incidentally, normative male/female attire; basically, however, it is closer to the kind of











early feminist films such as Alice Guy Blaché's The Consequences of Feminism (1906) and Clyde Cook’s What’s the World Coming To? (1926) or The Warrior’s Husband (1933), intended to explore alternate world views rather than focusing simply on the comic potentialities of switching the roles of male and females to express imitation or confusion in a reversal of sex or gender—definitely something that might rile conservative establishments such as the Breen office and the Legion of Decency without actually breaking any of the written rules of the Hays Code.

  

   Yet critic Richard Barrios not only devotes several pages to this work, but features a photograph from it on cover of his insightful Screened Out: Playing Gay in Hollywood from Edison to Stonewall, revealing just how delimiting both the Hays Code and the PCA (the Production Code Administration) had become beginning in 1934. Barrios joyfully lays the blame on one of the greatest of on-screen sissies, Franklin Pangborn, who, he points out had 26 roles in 1937 alone, many of them movie sissies. It’s clear that Pangborn had long been on Joseph Breen’s radar. It was one thing to be a sissy but to represent an actual interchange or relationship between a heterosexual and such a deviate figure was most certainly, in Breen’s vision, against the rules.

      In this case Pangborn plays the head of a company which hopes to use of the services of the Manning, Willows, and Clare advertising company. The Pangborn character, deferentially named for the significant sissy Pingboom does not like the services of Pil Manning (Adolpe Menjou) or Joel Clare (William Gargan), the first a closet alcoholic and the second a confused business idiot; he will not be satisfied until he meets with Tim Willows (John Hubbard), a truly homophobic jock who outrightly admits “I don’t like swishers” and is afraid if he meets with Pingboom he might beat him up within minutes. Knowing this might certainly detract from any of the comic charm of the hero of our story, who keeps throwing him into the arms of Manning and Clare; but on the day Pingboom has insisted that he must meet with Willows is the very same day that—frustrated with each other’s complaints about their daily lives and claim they would love to live each other’s “easier” lives—the Willow couple Tim and Sally (Carole Landis) are transformed by their bedroom sculptured “idol” Mr. Ram (Georges Renavent) who comes alive to grant their mutual wish.



      While Tim cannot bear to be in the same room with the sissy, Sally playing Tim for the day obviously finds him a kindred soul, the two getting along so nicely that Pingboom joyfully pays out $10,000 for an add while chastising Manning and Clare for their rudeness. Evidently, his company makes women’s stockings, and in the film version we have today, Tim/Sally can be seen lovingly holding a stocking as he appreciatively admires Pingboom’s demeanor, the two obviously having become good friends.



      In the original, apparently, their friendship went even further, verging, Barrios describes it, “perilously and amusingly on gay bonding. ‘They’ve kept us apart too long,’ Pingboom gushes, as the bond between client and employee seems to spill into the personal arena.”

      Breen wrote director Hal Roach, “This characterization of Mr. Pingboom as a “pansy” is absolutely unacceptable, and must be omitted from the finished picture. If there is any such flavor, either in casting, direction, or dialogue, we will be unable to approve the picture.” Nor was he willing to permit Tim’s characterization of Pingboom as a “petunia” or his statement “The guy swishes, and I don’t like swishes.”—an admonition with which most of the gay community today might agree, but for very different reasons. Even the stage direction “he flutters out” was verboten.

      Although there is plenty of winking and nodding by all his associates about Tim’s sudden female affectations, particularly his high voice which they winkingly describe as laryngitis, the rest of the film is pretty uninteresting. Sally as Tim, somewhat inexplicably, takes umbrage with her husband and his associates use of two women who pretend to be Tim’s relatives who fawn over another client who is planning to cut his spending for his pineapple juice account; she quickly spoils the deal which consists of one of his largest accounts.

      Tim playing Sally, in turn, bored with the chit-chat of his associates’ wives who admit how they lie and cheat on their husband regarding their clothing allowances, that she/he tells them how their bedtime attire of mudpacks and hot water bottles makes them sexually undesirable to their husbands, Sally’s “friends,” in turn, wondering how she has come by this information if she hasn’t been meeting up with their husbands on the sly and, accordingly, cutting off all further relationships with their former luncheon companion.


      All of this is rather bland stuff compared with the Pingboom / Tim romance, and once the married couple, distressed by their shift in identities pray for the idol to turn them back into themselves, they quickly work to fix up the problems they created for one another during the day.

      But the Pingboom “affair,” even as censored, isn’t so easily washed over, and the Hays committee and the Legion of Decency folk were so busy worrying about how Roach might try to get around them, they almost forgot that at film’s end, Ram is able to change back everything—yet forgets to reassign Sally’s pregnancy, leaving the delivery to jocko Tim. That switch remains in the final version of the film we still have today, to be repeated later in Jacques Demy’s A Slightly Pregnant Man (1973) and earlier in Michael Gordon’s representation of Rock Hudson in Pillow Talk (1959).

      I’m not sure that, in hindsight, Roach’s Turnabout, even without its substantive cuts, is something of great interest, although with a cast that includes Pangborn, Landis, Menjou, Mary Astor (as Marion Manning), Donald Meek as the valet, and Marjorie Main, once more playing a cook, one could certainly do worse.

      But I do love Barrios’ insistence given the dark days of queer hysteria that had descended upon Hollywood that “you can still feel, as Roach puts Landis and Hubbard and the cast through their fey-frenetic paces, the cheerful whiff of sedition in the air.” For the next couple of decades you had either to read between the lines or find a way to watch the growing independent film world of Curtis Harrington, Kenneth Anger, and those who followed.

 

Los Angeles, October 27, 2021

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2021).

Blake Mawson | Pyotr495 / 2016

the difficulty of finding a gay date in moscow

by Douglas Messerli

 

Blake Mawson (screenwriter and director) Pyotr495 / 2016 [15 minutes]

 

This film in Russian takes place in present-day Moscow where 16-year-ol Pyotr (Alex Ozerov) gets a call on his cellphone and rides off on his motorcycle for an evening of pleasure with Sergei (Max Rositsan), a much older, beefy man, with a mohawk who lives in a strangely kitsch apartment filled with flowers and imitation Baroque-like furniture. That alone might have clued me to immediately head out the door.


  

     But this is Putin’s Russia and the two have agreed to be discrete. Indeed, the talk begins with tea and Sergei’s confession that he creates art as a hobby, Pyotr responding that his mother is a Sunday painter but he believes she might have made a living through it. When Sergei enquires “How about you? What do you like to do?” the boy answers it with a sexual catalogue of his desires that reveals no vision about discussing his own future: “I’m both active and passive. I like oral, sometimes kissing. You?”

      “A bit of everything,” responds Sergei as if there had been no shift in their conversation. “A little BDSM. Have you ever been tied up?” The boy shakes his head no, a slight glimmer of fear in his eyes. Sergei politely asks him to sit.

       When Pyotr continues to stand, he commands him to sit, slightly raising the boy’s head. “Do you know why you’re here?” Suddenly Pyotr and the viewer knows he is surely not there for sex.

      The answer is a devastating one to hear in any country, but particularly in Russia where ultra-nationalist groups are encouraged to abduct and attack young gay men and women through that country’s LGBT propaganda law. “Because you are a faggot. A pedophile. And you will one day harm our children.” Just as quickly he slugs the boy in the head, knocking him out.

     We now see the boy in a bathtub a woman who like a mixture of a whole and a drag queen Dominika (Juliana Semenova) slinks up to him, as Sergei holds up Pyotr’s head: “Let’s party,” she bends down to speak into his face. “Smile, faggot, You’re on camera.” Behind her, indeed, is a man with a hand-held camera.

        “Our little boy is a homo,” she continues, forcing a bottle of vodka into his mouth, most of it pouring out over his body. “He’s almost as filthy as an immigrant.” They shave his head down the middle, making him look like a clown. Dominika paints the boy blue.

 

        “And now,” she declares, “it’s time for your urine therapy, as she herself grabs up the camera as the former cinematographer grabs a bottle of urine and pours in over the Pyotr’s face. When the boy begs them to stop, Dominika warms him to keep quiet or her boys will get angry.

         Unexpectedly, this horrific film of Russian anti-LGBT terror becomes another kind of horror movie as the young Pyotr turns into a Russian version of The Hulk, doing away with the ugly camera man, and quickly spouting LGBT truisms to his punishers: “Why would we need your children when there are so many vile creatures like you in this world? Why have a heart if you’re not going to use it?” Obviously, that gives him the license to punch a hole in Sergei’s chest to pull out his heart, bloody entrails pouring out on the floor.

        The monster turns to the screaming Dominika, “Or face for that matter….” She immediately turns sprints for the front door only to find it locked. The monster, speaking through an echoing microphone recording, suggests that there is no proper cleaning method for getting rid of what ails him.



        “Honestly, we only wanted to help you,” she pleads, a moment later hurling a bottle of champagne at him. “You cursed devil, you are NOTHING!” she shouts. He tosses the hot tea, which apparently in all this time has not yet cooled, into her face. But just as immediately he disappears, and we know that Dominika must now truly face her punishment. And at that very moment, he drives the long end of a nationalist flag pole through her body, laughing a bit like DC Comic’s The Joker. As she screams herself to death, the now calmed monster hears a knock on the door.


      He opens it only to find another frail gay boy like himself there, probably also invited for an evening of fun the Sergei. The last scene of the film shows Pyotr riding home on his bike, the frail gay boy holding on behind him. Pyotr has finally found his proper date for the night.

       This film, made in Canada and Germany by Canadian actor and director Blake Mawson, was made in 2016, and even at that date refers to Putin’s early attacks on Ukraine. Today, with new anti-gay laws just passed, it would be even more terrifying to be an LGBTQ+ individual in Russia. Although I found this film almost reprehensible for its easy solutions to insolvable problems regarding the gay world in the former Soviet Union, one might well understand why Russian LGBT beings might seek out such a miracle to save them given how extremely limited their own choices for reparative action are. Alas, DC and Marvel comic book characters can provide nothing but an engaging fantasy.

 

Los Angeles, December 14, 2023

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (December 2023).

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