by Douglas
Messerli
Gabriel Borgetto, Matthias Bäuerle, and Bernd Faaß (screenwriters
and directors) Studies on Hysteria / 2012 [8 minutes]
Calling up the
major early German study of Studies on Hysteria from 1895 by Sigmund
Freud and physician Josef Breuer, Borgetto’s, Bäuerle’s, and Faaß’ dark comic
film of 2012, Adam (Philip Wilhelmi) discovers in the world in which he lives
like all his people totally naked, a pair of blue jeans, gifted to him by two
dressed angelic forest dwellers.
Adam
takes the pants home, not knowing what quite to make of them, they are of
rather harsh material, but given the intricacy of the stitching must, he argues,
have been soft of caring individuals. And he isn’t quite sure how to wear them,
first attempting to enter then headfirst, and place the pantlegs around his
neck.
In a kind of psychological upbraiding of all of Freud’s and Breuer’s theories, this new Adam is the source of outrage not because he has dreams of nakedness, but because he dares to travel down the town lanes in our notion of naturalness, polite denim pants. Something is clearly different in the community, and it not just our now totally queer hero, but is sensed in the quietness of the village. Community members have already marked his house with a bloody message of shame.
The naked priest of the community (Moritz
Berg) has already gathered his naked community behind him to forsake and punish
the sinner who dares to wear pants.
It
is not female hysteria, but a male version of “extreme emotion and frenzied
behavior” that characterizes the community outrage and they grab hold of the
well-dressed sinner and put a noose around his neck.
The narrative voice asks of himself, is
he obsessed, but realizes that living without his pants is not a possibility—at
which point the small stool on which stands is pushed away as he is hung.
We realize obviously that this short film
is a masterful satire of societal and sexual difference, by I must admit, as
Dr. Barry Nyle commented on his Letterboxd review, “the only problem[ is] that
it feels like a commercial of Jeans more than a poignant allegory.” If only
Levi Strauss and Co. or American Giant, Bullet Blues, Bridge or Boro, Gustin,
or Rouge Territory could have gotten their dirty paws on this little German
gem.
Thank heaven they didn’t, and the short
film still serves as a remarkable statement of male hysteria against the
difference of those males who dare to express that they are not part of the heterosexual
normality of the culture at large. Even Freud might have learned some big
lessons from little satire.
Los Angeles, December
25, 2024
Reprinted from My
Queer Cinema blog (December 2024).
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