real magic
by Douglas Messerli
Adam Baran (screenwriter and director) Jackpot
/ 2012 (9.38 minutes)
Adam Baran’s Jackpot is not outwardly
about magic or potions which might transfer a straight boy to become a
potential gay lover. Besides, the frustrated young man of this story Jack
Hoffman
(Ethan Novarro) is only 14 and, accordingly,
too young in most US states to even have sex with another human being. But Jack
can’t even find any good “wanking” material. Like me in the mid-1950s he has
only pictures cut out of newspapers and the Sears Roebuck Catalogue of men in
pajamas or underwear to create a jack-off fantasy. I even found a cute
bare-chested volunteer for The Peace Corps in my family’s set of encyclopedias
that helped meet my needs.
The
film is set in 1994, when there were plenty of juicy gay magazines available,
but not if your parents watched your every move and regularly checked out the
contents of your bedroom, as we can only suspect is Jack’s situation.
He
also lives, quite apparently, in a small town where if he were to enter a store
selling any kind of gay porno he’d be noticed. In fact, at the moment this film
begins, he is even afraid of leaving the house for fear that he may be beaten
up by the town bully, Billy Hook (Ryan DeLuca) and his friends, determined to
make life impossible for anyone they describe as a “fag.”
Interrupted in his frustrating attempts to masturbate by a phone call,
Jack is told by his best friend Sammy (George DeNoto) that he and has friends,
while obviously dumpster diving, found a huge stash of porn magazines, which
after quickly perusing, they were forced to leave behind, Sammy preventing his
friend from burning them.
Suddenly Jack is motivated to leave the house, riding his bicycle as
quickly as possible to the designated dumpster, diving in, and finally
retrieving the pile of gay magazines. He quickly begins stuffing them into a
plastic bag to speed them off to a secret shrine in his bedroom when, quite
But Jack refuses, insisting quite forcibly that he wants “it” all,
hungry clearly for having waited so long for just such a treasure.
But before he can even begin stuffing them in the bag, Billy and his
gang appear—now realizing that Jack truly is a “fag”—eager to, as he puts it,
to make him “die.” Even while Jack is talking to Billy, Swayze appears again,
this time as a cop, correcting Jack’s lie about intending to burn the material:
“You know you going to take this magazine home to jack-off to me!” which, as in
so many films where figures attempt to talk to phantoms and real human beings
simultaneously (think of Blithe Spirit, 1945 and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir,
1947) things quickly grow out of hand.
Swayze tells Jack to “deck him,” but Jack is none too sure that he can
“take this guy” as the gay model suggests, and almost immediately goes on the
run.
Running even further into the woods, Jack finally trips on a log and
falls face forward, exhausted and out of breath. He lifts his head up to the
sky only to see Swayze as a cowboy looming over him. “Dead, aren’t I.” “Could
be better,” the porn star retorts. “But I’ve seen guys packed into tighter
spaces come out on top!”
Jack pulls out the magazine from his hip pocket throws it down and bends
down preparing to masturbate, Swayze asking him what he’s doing. “What does it
look like I’m doing? If I’m going to die I’m going to least enjoy my last
moments on earth.”
But
Swayze talks him out of it, arguing “It’s too bad you won’t fight back.
Pathetic actually.”
Jack rises, “You think I’m pathetic, what about you? You’re just some
loser gay porn star in bunch of cheesy costumes.”
It’s not about me, the porn star reacts. “Gettin’ beaten up doesn’t mean
you don’t win. Especially if you get want you want. Meaning me.”
Evidently Baran’s simplistic theme is that you have to take the blows as
a young gay boy to get your just desserts. As he wrote about his film, “I
really made the film because I loved teen movies and never really saw one for
gay kids that both addressed their sexuality in the way that straight movies
like Weird Science or American Pie or Superbad did, and
let them get what they want. Jack in my film learns that he has to fight back
for what he wants, even if it means he has to take a couple of licks. I think
that’s a resonant message for gay kids everywhere.”
I
can’t say his message is very profound or that I perceive violence as a
necessary passage through gay youth. I don’t think it made me any better for
having endured a couple of just such
beatings. If anything, it forced me to stay at arm’s and mind’s length
from my peers through my school years until I escaped to Europe in my senior
year. And, unfortunately, one such beating does always satisfy those fearful of
that frightening magic you hold in your desire. Surely Swayze won’t get him
through the difficult times ahead anymore that the ghostly talking porn stars
helped solve the problems of Michael Waters and Scott Favor in Gus Van Sant’s My
Own Private Idaho.
Los Angeles, July 19, 2021
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (July
2021).
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