by Douglas Messerli
Luiz De Barros (screenwriter and director) Clubbing / 1994
The gay boys are in the midst of ecstatic sex when two women ring their doorbell, a slightly cheeky woman (who brings Andrew, one the gay boys, a condom—“the perfect gift for the post-AIDS generation) and Anna, a black woman who Andrew has evidently met long ago and with whom he had some vague communication problems.
In an shout out of story
confession from the forceful white woman we discover that she, quite contrary
to several other viewpoints, has refused to take an acting class suggested to
her by an agency, and insistent that she will leave the country, believing that
the violence is simply going to get worse—“So why stick around for this shit; I
don’t have to feel guilty about that.”
She sees a country pretty much like a job, if you get bored and grow to
dislike it, you move on.
Another woman on her way
to the party is a drug addict, supposedly recovering, and her boyfriend. She is
determined to pick up someone of the street to bring along, and finally finds a
young skin head, a true racist who she lures to the party with the offer of
drugs. And indeed, despite her supposed reformation, she interrupts her
partygoing to snort a large amount of cocaine with the white racist boy before
making out with him in the bathroom.
Even the gay couple argue
at several points, suggesting that no one in this group truly loves and enjoys
one another—except for the insistent heterosexual couple, who we know are
somewhat lying. The gay couple, in fact, clearly are still in love and reaffirm
their love as the others gather to carpool it to the club.
As for the clubs, which
they only briefly discuss, none of the them appears to be of that great of
interest, many of them according to various reports being filled with still
half-closeted individuals who are ill-at-ease in such a public outing. Despite
the neon signs promising “Fun,” the clubs don’t seem to provide that to any
members of the gathering. And when they all finally group at their automobiles,
they realize they have still not chosen a particular destination for their
“clubbing.”
The diversity of this
gathering certainly hints at some progress and hope of communication between
the various divisions of South African society. But, on the other hand, none of
these diverse individuals seems to like the others. And although they all
proclaim deep friendships, they appear to be at a loss to explain their
friendships, but just as fearful of losing them. Their pre-clubbing event seems
strangely purposeless, just as they all appear to be individually. Race, sex,
drugs, all seem to be various ways they have of coping a world in which most of
their countrymen are at war with one another, none of their identities or
desires fulfilling the emptiness they suffer. But the film itself, with its
seemingly rough and raw honest “confessions” appears to offer a viewpoint that
is rare in 1994 in the larger society, and itself represents some variation of
hope.
It took me several years
of searching, after having seen De Barros’ remarkable short film Hot Legs (1995),
to track down this short movie. I hope I can eventually see others of his works
such as Pretty Boys (1991), Different Strokes (1995), and Metamorphosis:
The Remarkable Journey of Granny Lee (2000).
Los Angeles, January 15, 2023
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2023).
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