nobody wants karaoke every night
by Douglas Messerli
Wes Hurley and Nathan M. Miller (directors) Little Potato / 2017
It’s hard to know in Wes Hurley’s and Nathan M. Miller’s truly
startling documentary when to laugh or when to cry. The complete absurdity of
life is expressed in a surprisingly and utterly straight-faced telling of what
might be perceived as a semi-tragic tale.
There Hurley grew up,
vicariously watching television as his father regularly beat his mother,
forming a frame around his eyes, as he himself represents it, to pretend that
what he was seeing was not real but a movie or a television comedy.
His forceful mother (Elena Bridges, her
younger self portrayed by Darlene Sellers) left her husband, taking her son
with her to her mother, who was not at all sympathetic to the divorce and, as Elena
makes clear, felt that it was the husband’s right to beat his wife.
Meanwhile, without even
perceiving that he was different, Hurley began to grow up in the last days of Communist
regime, where his biology books expressed the dangers of masturbation, a sin (since
his mother was still a believer in the Russian Orthodox religion), a sickness, and
crime which he confessed to his mother, who was relieved to be able to tell her
little “Potato” that there was nothing wrong with it and that his text books
were filled with outdated lies.
At the very same moment—I was
visiting the Soviet Union in those very last days—the Communist regime was
collapsing. And at first it brought joy and tears to everyone’s eyes. One of
the most memorable moments of this short 14-minute work is when suddenly US
movies began to appear on a hitherto nonexistent TV channel, 3. The earliest
films such as Jerry Zucker’s 1990 film Ghost and numerous others such as
Home Alone, the second installment of The Addams Family, and Garry
Marshall’s Frankie and Johnny (1991) become icons which Russians
repeated to one another like a strange game of “Telephone,” each passing on the
story to one another. Elena’s almost ecstatic-like comments about the
last-named filmed epitomize just how sad and funny this fantastical and cruelly-real
world was to those on the outside looking into the imaginary world of US cinema:
“Michelle Pfeiffer’s little apartment was so cozy, and I thought I would be so
happy and I would not need anything else. Certainly not Al Pacino.”
The new Russia was not much
better than the old Communist world. The former party leaders simply now
described themselves as capitalists, and remained in power over a people still
suffering shortages and food, electricity and other comforts. Only now the
people could see that there was another world “out there” which they
desperately wanted to be part of.
As her “Little Potato” began
to grow up, he also increasingly sensed a kind of difference with himself that
was not permitted in the general society. “Every day of my childhood,” Hurley
relates, “I heard terrible things said about ‘faggots’ or those ‘pedics’” (the
Russian description of gay individuals who they saw as pedophiles). “I wasn’t
even sure whether gay people were real or whether they were made-up monsters.”
He doesn’t know why he can’t
relate to “girls,” whether it is because he is a good Christian boy or
something else that he just can’t fully explain. Yet when his handsome swimming
coach (Matthew Cotner) was arrested for burglary, the young boy imagined
himself arresting the beautiful man and keeping him under his bed. The film
reads somewhat like a humorous Russian parable.
Yet it becomes even more absurd
when the mother, fearing for her son’s well-being begins to advertise herself
as a Russian woman available to American men, finally hooking up with a man
from Seattle, whom she visits, finding him, at first, as a gentle and kind man.
She returns to Russia to reclaim her son as a married woman.
The new husband and father
is another kind of paternalistic fascist, so it appears, this time in the guise of
an American religious fundamentalist, who is alternately gentle and kind, but
who quickly becomes violent and abusive, just like the resilient Elena’s first
husband.
The new world, on the other
hand, is a remarkable adventure for mother and son. The stores are filled with
food, people smile instead of looking scowling, and suddenly, as Hurley defines
the experience, there is the joy of, “just being in a place that doesn’t feel
like the end of the world.”
Even Elena senses her son is
going “through something,” the common heterosexual definition of the trauma a
young man or woman suffers when realize that they are not sexually aligned to
the society around them.
But now in the US Hurley realizes
from the media that people are fighting for gay rights and “winning” their
place in the society. His mother, when he finally reveals his real problem, is
amazingly relieved, but now they cannot let the father, James, know, since he
might divorce her and the son and mother be sent back to Russia. Closeting now
becomes a mother/son intention, a very strange predicament that is seldom
documented, but probably does regularly exist.
Strangely, the very fact
that now Hurley can go on line and see the increasing representation of gay men
and lesbians throughout history makes him even more angry about his own
situation and the treatment of his step-father of his mother, now a more tortured
condition that even in his Soviet childhood.
Yet “Potato” is now 18, a finally
is able to move out. But Elena is left with a new kind of monster. One night
she calls her son crying, she has come home to see a strange woman sitting on
their living room couch. That woman is her husband James, now Janice coming out
to her as “the person she knew and didn’t know.”
The “monster” it appears is
transgender, terrified of her own societally rejected behavior. In this hall of
mirrors, structured actually around the long and endless history of the abuse
of women and young men throughout world history, finally reaches into this
immigrant Russian tale in a manner that not even the great Russian storytellers
such as Gogol, Zamyatin, Bulgakov, Platonov or Kharms might never have quite
imagined.
James/Janis has chosen a
Russian woman because he felt she, as a conservative being, might hide and help
him in his own self-deception, but Elena, as we have discovered, was perhaps
the most open-minded woman he might have found. And he now finds it possible to
“come out” to her, maybe the most bizarre coming out tale one might have ever
imagined.
Elena becomes, as her son
describes her, “like a groupie to Janis and her trans girlfriends.” Perhaps the
most hilarious ending to a film ever is Elena’s admission that Janis and her
friends enjoyed karaoke. As Zamyatin or Kharms might have expressed it, if it
had been in the range of their experience, “There was karaoke night after night
after night. That’s when I decided it was time to divorce him. Transgender was
fine with me, but nobody wants karaoke every night.”
Life is truly far more
incredible than fiction. And happy endings do not exist, evidently, only in
Hollywood movies.
Los Angeles, October 26, 2024
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2024).
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