from blood to the heart
by Douglas Messerli
Martin Escoffier and Victor Habchy (screenwriters
and directors) Un frère (A Brother) / 2018
One you get over the fact that French
directors Victor Habchy and Martin Escoffier suggest that an older brother, age
17, is the best one to teach his younger sibling of 15 the joys of
sex—including male-to-male masturbation, oral sex, and all-out buggering, along
with old-fashioned canoodling, tickling, and erotic messaging, some of these
acts performed in the same room with a young sister—A Brother is one of
the most charming and seemingly innocent of celebrations of gay love since Luca
Guadagnino’s Call Me by Your Name of a year
earlier, several of whose tropes this film incorporates.
I’ll grant you that Tom (Simon Royer) and Félix
(Marin Lafitte) are not really brothers, but Tom has long dreamed of having a
slightly older sibling, and like the rest of his family, who have all just
retreated to their summer rental house, he is distressed to hear that a family
friend announced she has just had a stillborn baby boy who might have been a
brother to his older sibling.
Sleeping in bunk beds with his overly curious and intelligent sister
Bertille (the memorable child actor Oriane Barbaza), Tom suddenly awakens to
find a strange boy asleep on a nearby palette. “Who is he?” asks Bertille. “I don’t know,” answers her far more timid elder
brother. One can almost imagine the comical late-night interchange between Tom
and his parents: “Mom, Dad, there’s a boy beside my bed!” And in this sense,
the sudden appearance of the intruder is a bit like a supernatural miracle, a
slightly symbolic appearance of a liberating force not so very different from
the visiting angel in Pasolini’s Teorema.
Félix, we soon discover, is the son of his mother’s
friend Iris, who for slightly mysterious reasons (her husband evidently is in
London to where she and Félix soon intend to travel) have been invited by Tom’s parents to
stay with them until they depart.
If
at first the new boy seems a bit distant and even surly, particularly when he
comes to his relationships with adults, Félix soon proves himself a wonderful
older brother-figure to Bertille and quickly gains the trust of Tom, who has
just a few days earlier found a cache of 60 euros (discovered in Bertille’s bag
after a run-in with an older boy who has probably stolen her toy bus), and now
determines to share the money not only with his sister but with his new found
“brother”—over the protests of his sister, I might add.
The
only problem—at least for Tom—is that his new “brother” is a heterosexual
exploring not only sex, but liquor, drugs, and all things that might be
forbidden.
His
mother is obviously far more open-minded about his liquor consumption than are
Tom’s parents. But then all three are what might be described as somewhat
absentee parents who party each night quite late at a nearby wine-tasting bar,
leaving Bertille in Tom’s trusting hands.
Yet
Félix does manage to inebriate Tom with a half bottle of wine stolen from the
family’s basement, and later, to get the 15-year-old peaceably stoned in the
nearby tree-house. Félix insists that his new
younger “brother” join him at a party to which he is invited by a girl to whom
the elder is attracted, and even manages to extend the curfew time until
midnight.
Seeing Tom’s total discomfort as he sits alone, almost mopping while the
elder dances with the host, Félix invites his little brother to dance, teaching
him a basic hopping step which suddenly lights up Tom’s face as if he and the
elder boy suddenly were the loving couple he secretly hopes they might become.
On
a bicycle outing a few days later, Félix encourages Tom to stop in a field
along the way where, pulling down the 15-year-old’s pants, he begins to suck
him off until the owner of the grove scares them away.
We
might still describe this act as another attempt by Félix to “teach” his
new-found sibling, but when the two later take to the shower again, this time
ending with the elder enjoyably fucking the younger, we know that, no matter
where the rest of the narrative goes, that these two boys and the directors’
movie has moved on into a place that can no longer accept their brotherhood to
be something related to blood except as it pulses through the heart.
In
a few days Félix and his mother will leave the boys’ new-found paradise, and in
the meantime the two can hardly keep their hands off each another. At one point
when Tom joins the elder boy in bed, running his fingers down Félix’s back
while whispering into his ear, Bertille, quite awake, queries them with a quite
calm voice, “Are you two kissing?”
Even while they work to put a nearly impossible picture puzzle together,
the camera scans their fingers as if they were aching to touch something other
than the “puzzle” that may be said to signify their own lives. That puzzle
represents the famous Hokusai’s The Great Wave, a foreboding image that
will soon play a role in their lives.
To
celebrate Félix’s last night at the resort, he and Tom attend a beachside party
with others their age, including the boy who, in the first scene, had stolen
Bertille’s toy. He now apologizes to Tom for his behavior, but Tom’s attention
is far more concentrated on his friend’s attempt to sneak away with his
girlfriend.
Tom
soon discovers them, apart from the others, in deep embracement as they kiss.
His jealousy is obvious, even in the darkened landscape in which the directors
have shadowed their acts. When the other party-goers, in search of more beer
and snacks, suddenly determine to swim across the lake in order to reach the
store instead of driving there, Tom, atypical of his cautiousness cries out
that he will join them.
He
has hardly jumped into the lake, however, before the abashed Félix appears on
the pier to ask Tom to return. At first his friend ignores his pleas, but when
he begs Tom not to join the others, the would-be swimmer almost joyfully gives
up his intentions.
At
the train station the next morning Tom attempts to stolidly accept his lover’s
departure very much in the same way that Timothée Chalamet sees off Armie
Hammer in Guadagnino’s film. But suddenly overhearing his mother’s comment,
upon reading the local news, that 3 youths were drowned the night before in the
nearby lake, he—as in so many dozens of romantic films—runs after the train as
it leaves the station.
In
the day of totally electronically controlled doors and windows, however, there
is utterly no possibility that Tom might, like Audrey Hepburn in Love in the
Afternoon, be pulled into the car by someone by a Gary Cooper. Tom’s
desperate cry of his lover’s name declares his recognition that he has suddenly
lost an important part of his life. His innocence has been transformed that
very moment from a loss of love into a new identity that will completely alter
the rest of his life. The love that could have no name now surely has one.
Los Angeles, August 11, 2020
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (August
2020).
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