lifetime friends
by Douglas Messerli
Richard Shepard (screenwriter and
director) The Matador / 2005
Danny Wright (played by Greg Kinnear)
dearly loves his wife and obviously enjoys sex with her, but something has gone
amiss in their relationship; their child has recently died, and his wife,
Carolyn “Bean,” has a difficult time getting over it. Their home life is
perhaps best represented by the events of the morning upon which her husband is
about to embark on a sales trip to Mexico, as a tree comes crashing through
their ceiling. If they have hinted to each other about their “bad luck,” the
viewer now sees that something is rotten in Eden.
Julian Noble (brilliantly played by Pierce
Brosnan) has just blown up a car and its owner and is about to kill a
businesswoman on the streets of Mexico City. Along the way he visits a brothel
and has various other encounters; but it is quite clear that, despite his
necessarily selfish and unfeeling life, he is lonely and desperate to find some
way out.
In the hotel bar where both Danny and
Julian are staying, Julian strikes up a conversation:
Julian: Margaritas
always taste better in Mexico.
Danny: Yes they do.
Julian: Margaritas and
cock.
Danny is slightly offended, asking his
drinking companion if he’s serious, to which Julian quips, “I’m as serious as
an erection problem.” As Danny turns to leave, Julian apologizes “Sorry about
the cock thing, it’s kind of a conversation stopper.”
So the two meet. Even had the male
anatomy not been the subject of their conversation, one would still have to
question what attracts Danny to Julian so quickly that he agrees to join him
the next day at a bull fight. Anyone with even a smidgeon of understanding
about male bonding would recognize that this is one of the most traditional of
man-to-man pastimes—a trial of friendship Hemingway made quite famous. Julian’s
announcement at the fight, moreover, that he is a hitman is almost the same as
revealing to someone you’ve just met that you’re queer—a dangerous admission.
Danny’s insistence that he “prove it” takes us into a symbolical sexual spin,
which ends—as any gay detective knows it must—with a drunken Julian pounding
upon Danny’s door late one night, begging to be let in like an apologizing
lover. The film discreetly evades any opening of the door: we see Danny simply
sitting alone on the hotel balcony in avoidance of the assault.
After a large chunk of necessary plot,
revealing the devolution of Julian in his murderous avocation, the viewer is
awarded the inevitable continuation and conclusion of their homoerotic
relationship, as Julian suddenly shows up at the door of the couple’s Denver
home, again begging to gain entrance: “Danny, Danny with the large white
fanny!”
Julian is determined to stay the night,
and Danny’s wife—as any intuitive woman might—recognizes there is something
strange going on. Although Danny has shared almost everything with her, there
is one incident he has not: what happened when he opened his bedroom door.
Writer Shepard has Bean do what any woman would do in order to save her
marriage: she flirts with the intruder. The dialogue is a hilarious
concatenation of Freudian inferences:
Bean: Did you bring your
gun?
Julian: Yes, as a matter
of fact.
Bean: May I see it?
Julian: Really?
Bean: Yes, please.
The two end up in a slow midnight dance, and a
later whispered conversation with her husband reveals her understanding of the
situation: “Aren’t we fucking cosmopolitan? Having a trained assassin stay
overnight. Letting heartbreaking lies roll over us like a summer breeze.”
In short, Shepard has created a stunning
parable about what it means to be gay without literally engaging in the
subject. I can well imagine that in most audiences those that have not had
training in gay detection might not suspect a thing. For me, The Matador
reveals more of gay life, portraying what attracts two men to form a
relationship with one another, than Brokeback Mountain’s broodingly
nervous cowboys.
*The original essay, “What
Is a Gay Movie?” concerned my argument that I found The Matador, with no
openly gay characters, to be more of a film about gay relationships than I perceived
Brokeback Mountain to be.
Reprinted
from The New Review of Literature, Vol. 4, no. 1 (October 2006).
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