by Douglas
Messerli
Mark Pariselli
(screenwriter and director) Frozen Roads / 2010 [18 minutes]
But Balthazar
does stay over at Christian’s house at nights, and, as we observe by his almost
reaching out to touch his sleeping friend, it is apparent that a homosexual
relationship is budding between the two. Lyla also is clearly sexually
attracted to their friend.
Balthazar’s father has also forbidden him to attend a party the next evening, but when they fall to sleep, their son steals the car as he and Christian inhale some sort of drug and make their way to a near-by barn filled with sheep. It is a lovely, almost innocent moment, as Balthazar picks up one of the lambs, Christian petting it.
Here, for just
this moment, they have arrived at the Christ child’s stable, despite the fact that
this Balthazar has already consumed his gift of myrrh (incense).
Returning to the party, he meets up with
Lyla and leads her back to his truck where she willingly allows him to fuck
her. Yet, she is clearly disappointed with the experience, perceiving it
finally as almost a rape, and perhaps what we perceive is merely an act to prove
his masculinity to himself and deny both the fact and shame of actually having
homosexual desires.
After the sex, Lyla is almost thrown out of
the truck, as Christian arrives just in time to comfort his sister, Balthazar driving
off into the dark lane of frozen ice between the banks of snow. In some respects,
he has now cut off both his love of the siblings and chosen a destiny of a
lonely, angry life, afraid to break the sexual rules instilled by the culture
and his father. The road to the future for Balthazar will not be one that leads
to the Christ child, symbol of love, but to the cold outpost of a life that
denies the love he inwardly feels for his friend.
Pariselli has experimented in several of
his films with new ways of telling a story, but here he uses the basic tools of
realistic symbolism to quite beautifully convey the emptiness of a society that
cannot fully accept human diversity. One commentator expressed the fact that
there is nothing new in this film, and that may be partially true, but the
subtle ways in which director Pariselli conveys both the boys’ and the girl’s
true feelings (the longing smile and near-naked flirtation of Lyla, Balthazar’s
hand that desires but cannot dare to touch his friend, and the lovely shared
moment of bashful innocence exchanged between the two boys as they hold and pet
the lamb) all stand in counterpoint to the drunken sleep of the siblings’
father, the crude bigotry of Balthazar’s dad, and the cold, unfeeling fuck by Balthazar
of his formerly open and innocent female friend.
Unfortunately, we know on which side the
young small town boy will end, seeking out his own drugs to fulfill the
possibilities of love his has left behind.
Los Angeles, July
31, 2025
Reprinted from My
Queer Cinema blog (July 2025).



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