the heart of their terror
by Douglas Messerli
It’s not just that the Fabre’s youngest boy Ludovic (Georges Du Fresne),
called “Ludo” by family members, has a cherubic-like ovalene face, wears his
hair long as many a European family permitted throughout the 20th century—even
while US fathers and barbers insisted their sons be subjected to flat tops and
buzz cut—dances to the tunes of his favorite TV show Le Monde de Pam,
starring the fantasy-like human doll Pam (who lives in a pink world and marries
the man of her dreams), but “she” regularly wears dresses and, when he is later
told by his older sister Zoé about the basic biological facts of X and Y chromosomes that
determines the sex of a child, which declares that he is actually a girl who
instead of the female XX chromosomes he was intended to get, received the XY
after “my other X fell into the garbage.”
Ludovic’s mother Hanna (Michèle Laroque) puts on a brave face, believing
in allowing the fantasies of childhood to be harmlessly played out, explaining
"It's normal until 7. I read it in Marie-Claire.'' Ludo’s father
Pierre (Jean-Philippe Écoffey) is not completely assured by her attitude, but
as a loving husband allows his wife to raise the children as she sees best.
Indeed, all might have gone well, but Ludo does not seem to be in any hurry to
abandon his fantasies when the family moves into what appears to be the perfect
suburban neighborhood which might almost remind us of Leonard Bernstein’s short
operatic rendition of US suburbia in Trouble in Tahiti—a backup quartet singing:
Friendly sun opens the eyelids, opens the eyes
Of the husband and wife;
Kindles their faces, kindles their love,
Kindles their faces with greetings of love
In the little white house in Wellesley Hills.
Suburbia!
....
Joy to your labors until you return
To the little white house in Highland Park
In Shaker Heights
In Michigan Falls
In Beverly Hills.
Skid a lit day; skid a lit day... Ratty boo.
Not
only is the suburban community friendly, but members share weekly neighborhood
barbecues, which, of course, having just moved in, the Fabre family is now
expected to host. They’ve invited their somewhat eccentric, certainly
open-minded grandmother, Élisabeth (Hélène Vincent), their broodingly
correct-thinking next door neighbor Albert (Daniel Hanssens)—who happens to be
Pierre’s boss—and the entire force of fathers and mothers doting upon their
seemingly rather bratty and selfish kids. Things appear to be going well until
Ludo decides to show up in a frilly pink dress.
At
first, the visiting parents are delighted seeing in the child a beautifully
dressed and well-behaved young lady; that is, until Pierre, in the midst of
introducing his four children, pauses before continuing, “And this is Ludovic.
The practical joker. He’s always doing things like that.”
So
begins a long and slow decline in the newcomers’ stature in this perfect childhood
version of “Pam’s World.” But unlike the
TV version of a children’s fantasy, the adult one hides many secrets.
When Ludo meets his fellow classmate Jérôme
(Julien Rivière) it is love at first sight, the boy, who just happens to be
Albert’s son, accepting Ludo almost as the girl she demands she has always
been. Even if the adults have not yet been able to assimilate the change in
pronoun their children symbolically embrace it.
The Fabre’s have no choice but to seek out psychological help for Ludo,
which, given the girl’s insistence that she is female, has little result. She
lamely attempts to play with the male-assigned toys, but it is as if the life
has been drained from her. After Ludo, during the school production of “Snow
White” locks the young girl who is playing that character in the bathroom and
replaces her, awaiting the kiss of Jérôme she has previously been denied, the
entire school district goes into crisis. Ludo is expelled and forced to attend
another school which requires several hours of travel each morning and night.
When Pierre’s own job seems to be threatened even Hanna joins in the
societal blaming her daughter.
Soon after, the child goes missing, found eventually in a freezer where
she been hiding to await her frozen death. Realizing they will totally lose her
if they continue, they allow her to wear a dress to a neighborhood birthday
party. The next day Pierre is fired from his job and returns home drunk, with
the terrified Ludo asking, “Is it my fault?” Pierre’s announcement to her that
it is not, that people are “jerks,” and Hanna’s rejoinder, “I’m sick of all this
hypocrisy” seems to suggest that Pierre and she no longer blame their child’s
gender displacement to be the heart of the problem, yet at the very next moment
she again turns against the child spitting out the horrible words: “Yes, it’s
your fault. Everything is your fault,” almost as if suggesting what the
hypocritical adults have determined is something she has no longer any power to
deny. This is the way the normative patriarchal society works, blaming those
innocent for their own fears and transferring the guilt upon those who attempt
to salve those fears.
Sexuality, Hanna recognizes is at the heart of their terror. Almost as
if to prove it, she appears at her neighbor Albert’s driveway the very moment
he has put Jérôme in the front seat and is waving goodbye to Lisette on his way
to drop off his son at school before driving himself to work. Hanna greets him
and plants a long, sensuous kiss upon his lips, gently stroking his hair.
The obedient and long-suffering Lisette, a product of her husband’s
social and cultural inhibitions, has no choice but to believe that her husband
has now been dishonest, having long desired Hanna and other women previously.
In this contemporary Salem—or to contextualize it within French history, in the
tradition of Margot de la Barre and Marion la Droiturière, women who were
accused of causing impotence and desire in Marion’s former lover—has truly
become a witch, or as Albert describes her “a devil.”
Is it any wonder that Ludo now wishes to live with her more accepting
grandmother? When the two return for a family weekend reunion, however, Pierre
announces that he has found another job in a town far away. And the Fabres once
again pull up stakes and move on, as if attempting to put the past into the
coffin where Snow White, never having received her kiss, likely died.
The new home, certainly more run-down and less suburban than their
previous home, is also filled with friendly-seeming neighbors. Yet the new
family keeps its distance and have ordered Ludo to never again behave in a
manner that suggests his gender desires. Ludo nonetheless meets someone willing
to be a friend, a tomboy (Chris Delvigne) forced to wear girl’s clothes and
envious at Ludo’s male attire. Invited to a costume birthday celebration with
her mother, the two are dressed by their parents in cis-gender attire, Ludo in
a musketeer outfit and Chris costumed as a princess. Alone with Ludo, the
tomboy conspires to switch costumes, to which Ludo reacts with both horror and
desire, twice insisting, “No I can’t.” The stronger of the two, Chris physically
enforces the switch as both return to the gathering of mothers, Ludo hanging
behind.
When Hanna sees Chris wearing Ludo’s costume, she runs to find Ludo,
who, as she begins to slap him hard, cries out “I didn’t do it. It wasn’t my
fault,” a muted declaration that actually nothing ever was his fault.
Yet Hanna, fearful of the past repeating itself, continues to beat the fairy
princess. The mothers come running, pulling her away from Ludo, confused why
such an innocent act as simply exchanging costumes has resulted in such a
violent response.
This is, if you recall an adult fantasy as much as one for children, and
now, as Hanna rushes to find Ludo to apologize for her behavior, she finds her
missing. Running to a highway sign advertising “Le Monde de Pan,” into which
she has previously seen Ludovic longingly staring, she is startled to find Ludo
in the picture as well, running off with Pam.
Wondering if it’s okay if she now wear dresses, both parents assure her
that she may, clearly in acceptance of the transformation overwhelming their
still beloved child.
Los Angeles, October 29, 2020
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog and World Cinema Review (October 2020).
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