diversionary tactics
by
Douglas Messerli
Tal
Hefter, Yammi Wisler, and Naama Yuria (music and lyrics), Keren Cytter
(director) Terrorist of Love / 2016 [3 minutes]
Video
artist, filmmaker, dramatist, choreographer, and novelist Keren Cytter has long
expressed interest in her work about issues of gender and sexual difference,
although, as critics have made clear, her interests are so vast, it is
difficult to pigeon-hole her art.
But in several films, particularly in
2016, she seems to explore these concerns without fully making clear what her
attitude is toward them, an aspect of the disorientation of the viewer she
insists upon in all of her films.
Strangely,
however, Terrorist of Love is presented in the form of a genre that is
most comprehensible, a music video which relies of the music and lyrics instead
of the usual complex narrative, formal structures, and dialogical absurdity of
Cytter’s works such as Object of the same year.
Here, we’re talking about love and desire
almost as straightforwardly as we can, a young singer, standing on a New York
rooftop begins, with a stationery camera facing him, to sing about love. Even
the director suggests that film appears as if “It’s going to be cute. It’s
like, all Disney.”
But the barking klezmer-like music,
performer Peter Gramlich singing out, “Come, come, come, come go ahead, why,
why, why, why, why, why can’t you catch me in?”
Suddenly, we see him in his Justin Bieber
T-shirt, the video having surrounded both sides of the frame with the waving
colors of the LGBTQ community. His song, we suddenly realize, is a gay song
about unrequited love, a desire for sexual copulation.
Singing, “Search me, search me, search
me,” he pulls off his T-shirt, pours out a coke, singing “glub, glub, glub,
glub, glub, won’t you drink me?” The lyrics have suddenly fallen into another
mad dimension, and he now pounds his belly, singing “do, do, do, do, come again.”
Suddenly into the scene cartwheels a
young woman in a short red dress, surely a temptress (Laura Hajek is the
performer) performing in something closer to a rap style who argues that he is “like
a bomb to a camel is a tourist of love.”
The young man seems to call out in a sort
of Tarzan call, suddenly moving in a choreographic manner of a sort of automaton,
dancing in sync with the female interloper, just as a series of flowers
replaces
the side banners that previously represented the LGTBQ flag. Cute cats and an
image of crossed trumpets complete the complete banner of now heterosexual
love, a kind a greeting card that truly repeats some of the Hallmark card representations
of love, although we wonder whether or not the seeming Asian characters on his
chest suggest something other.
Little hearts appearing above their
highly choregraphed hand movements, almost as if they were puppets, suggests
our young gay man has suddenly found love that removes him from the terrorist
list—in short into heteronormative behavior. The red-dressed temptress seems to
have been successful in her quick conversion of the terrorist’s desires.
It’s a rather terrifying possibility.
But as the song ends, the young man again puts on his Justin Bieber shirt, as
the temptress moves off in one direction and the boy in another. Their
momentary bonding was apparently only as long as the song, hinting at perhaps
the reality of many such a commercial musical video that represents worlds that never could or should have existed.
Los
Angeles, January 10, 2024
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2024).