running in the director from which everyone else is rushing off
by Douglas Messerli
Christian Edvard Halberg (screenplay), Christian Edvard
Halberg and Helle Rossing (directors) Poz / 2016 [24 minutes]
Danish writer
and directors Christian Edvard Halberg and Helle Rossing’s fascinating film
from 2016, takes up those issues but presents in an oddly twisted version of
the syndrome of the survivor. We are now in the early years of the 2lst century
in which a regimen of pills—despite their high cost and their possible physical
side-effects—saves lives and return many who had thought they would surely die
to return to someone regular lives. We now know the causes of HIV infection and
AIDS and can protect ourselves from infection. We know gay men were not the
only or even major carriers of the disease. If there is still no cure, there is
the hope and confidence that the worst is over.
The film begins
with a clinic calling Oliver to tell him the results have been completed.
Meanwhile, we see him photographing himself for a Grindr-like computer site, featuring
his ass, obviously advertising that he enjoys getting fucked.
Oliver is clearly not happy with the results.
We also get early views of his very close
relationship with his sister, Cilie (co-director Rossing) who lives also in his
building and who, apparently, is offering him free rent and support since
Oliver seems to be without a job. One early morning he visits his sister while
she is still in bed, awakening her, having not previously answered a phone
call, but now insisting that he is ready to make breakfast for her.
Cilie insists
that he go home, but he teases her awake, pulling off her coverlet and forcing
her to run after him in the nude, revealing how the close the two really are,
Oliver being able to turn her most sour mood into a sense of play and laughter.
Almost like a child, he tells her “I couldn’t sleep.” And after much horsing
around between the two, he asks a question that reveals a great deal about the
young man, so dependent upon older sister, “Would you take care of me, if I got
sick?”
There are certainly
many reasons that he might not be able to sleep. He has evidently joined an
on-line club for HIV-positive individuals, who gather privately to party and
enjoy sex. Oliver shows up at Henrik’s (Morten Christensen) door one evening
during one of these events, Henrik, a slightly older man, intrigued by the cute
young man, most certainly ready to take him to bed. Oliver, obviously, lies
about having tested positive.
They are a sexy
duo, and their foreplay is hot. But when Henrik attempts to put on a condom,
Oliver suggests they might have better sex without the condom. Henrik argues
that he won’t have unsafe sex even if they are both HIV-positive, and Oliver,
angry over the matter, stalks out.
As an
alternative, quick solution, Oliver seeks out totally unprotected sex in a
public park, entirely missing his sister’s birthday party which he promised to
attend.
When Cilie
accidently discovers a series of articles about being HIV-positive on her
brother’s computer, she suddenly imagines the worse, that he has been diagnosed
with AIDS. She attempts to confront him about her worries, trying to reassure
him of her love and support.
But in her very
expression of perhaps what he was originally seeking, Oliver is totally
offended, frustrated by the lack of reality behind the fabric of lies he has
been attempting to make real, and completely rejects her sympathy—the very
thing he may have originally been seeking.
Again, he runs
into the night, seeking out a random sex partner, whom he quickly finds,
engaging in dangerous unprotected anal sex in the dark of night.
I should pause here to explain that a great
part of this film’s charm or semi-offensive soft porn subject matter, depending
on one’s point of view, is devoted to Oliver’s sexual activity of being fucked,
the camera moving in a soft out-of-focus blur, seemingly suggesting the experimental
filmmaking of so many early independent films as well as later works with
illicit sexual content. It’s beautifully sensual, but also frankly just this
side of kitsch soft-porn movies which have left me cold. In this day and age,
if you want to show two men fucking, particularly given the long open tradition
of Danish gay filmmaking and photography, then show it, I’d argue, don’t dance
around it with rhythmic swirls of color with a score of deep-breathing sighs.
Yet, somehow
this strangely retrograde sexploitation of events seems perfectly at home with
the character’s ridiculous attempts to infect himself with an epidemic of a
previous decade, as if he, having missed out in all the 1970s and early 1980s openly
sexual “fun,” has been reduced to our own century’s rather puritan exploitation
of the past.
Finally, it
becomes clear that this man is perhaps not simply seeking a disease his own
generation fortunately hasn’t had to so utterly embrace, but the wild sense of
total sexual freedom and ecstasy allowed that earlier tortured generation.
There is a strange aspect of going back in time. If at first joining the
HIV-positive men and women might be perceived as a device of survival for his
own moment in life, it ultimately becomes a way of moving into the past when
gay sexuality defined a life of a sexual revolution against the normality of
delimited societal and governmental approved monogamous sex, a time not at all
so devoid of the open sexual expression as we are unfortunately today, closeting
it away in Grindr meet-ups and on-line porn films.
Poz is
both an irritating and yet somehow liberating movie, in which we can dismiss the
character’s self-destructive desires at the very moment we recognize their
essential validity.
Los Angeles, January 9, 2024
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2024).