dangerous love
by
Douglas Messerli
A.M.
Homes and Jan Krüger (screenplay, based on the
story “The Wiz Kids” by A.M. Homes), Jan Krüger and Oliver Schwabe (directors) Freunde
(Friends, aka The Wiz Kids) / 2001 [21 minutes]
We immediately recognize their battles as
not only representing the testosterone-based male games shared by many young
men of their age, but perceive them as something deeper. First of all, there is
a true sense of violence in Marco’s behavior toward his friend, as a scene in
their chemistry classroom reveals. Whispering the word “cocksucker” in Johannes’
ear he attempts to force him to swallow a chemical in a beaker, an act finally
broken up by the teacher.
If they often engage in the “normal”
childhood activities of watching videos or even playing hide-and-seek-like
games at night, they often include heterosexual porno tapes or night-time
gatherings that border on real abuse.
Yet later they even bathe together, and
at one moment; while later in Johannes’ room, the door open, Marco begins to masturbate.
“I like the danger,” he insists, although Johannes mocks Marco about just how
terribly “dangerous” his mother might be. When Marco finishes, he moves over to
Johannes and demands he lick him dry.
But soon after, however, Marco insists they meet in an isolated area,
Johannes clearly expecting that they might again join up in sex. Marco has instead
invited a girl to the spot, Tanja (Rose Bender), with whom he begins to make out,
having invited Johannes to “watch how it’s done.”
Yet the making out session quickly turns
into a kind of rape, as the girl first complains and the resists. Marco pushes
her to the ground and pisses over her before she finally escapes.
This time, in his attempt to prove his
heterosexuality, Marco has gone too far. And Johannes walks away disgusted. It’s
clear that their “friendship” can go no further.
One commentator on Letterboxd (Rhys)
observed: “i think it is strange how some people interpret this film as a sweet
queer romance. the character marko [stet] is sadistic and abusive as can be
seen in the end scene. he doesn't seem to care much about johannes after they'd
had sex.” Rhys goes on see it was a representation of the fascist Germany of
the past (Marco) as opposed to the contemporary Germany (Johannes), the latter moving
on from but never forgetting the past.
I don’t think one need, however, relate
Krüge’s film to a symbolistic retelling of German history. All cultures have
thousands of young men just like Marco, so terrified to admit to their own
homosexual feelings that they attempt to prove their masculinity and sexuality through
both the sexual abuse of women and homophobic bullying actions against gay
males. The brutal wrestling we have observed throughout this film is a mixed
message, an attempt to express his hatred with regard to his own self-loathing
for his homosexual friend and an attempt to get closer to the one he truly
desires. When the proof of his masculinity is threatened by Tanja, he has no
alternative but to brutalize her for the rejection. Finally, Marco is left with
no one, a being who because of his upbringing and his inability to shed those
values, can love no one and is equally doomed to be unloved.
I myself experienced just such behavior
when I was young, working in a restaurant with a tough boy in my class who
regularly attempted to get me alone so he could pretend to physically abuse me.
I was frightened but yet intrigued since I could almost smell in the headlocks,
pushes, and pulls in which he engaged me, a pheromonal hint of sexual desire
which I was terrified of responding to since I knew if I submitted he would
have to turn the game-playing into actual anger and even hate. It has since
fascinated me how these sadly torn sexual beings could spot gay boys before
they themselves even knew they were gay.
Krüger’s short film is a powerful statement
about how loving such a torn individual, as Johannes learns, is a danger you
have eventually to resist.
Los
Angeles, September 25, 2024
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2024).
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