flowers and a kiss
by Douglas Messerli
Christine Parker (screenwriter and director) The
Carer / 2016 [15 minutes]
I’m surprised, given the logistics of how many
older LGBTQ individuals there must be in relationship to younger gay, lesbian,
and transgender individuals, that there aren’t an increasing number of films
dealing with gay and lesbian geriatrics.
Obviously, we all love cute young boys and girls coming to terms with
something we long before suffered through. But the aged population might
certainly be interested in films such as British director Christine Parker’s The
Carer. Her central figure Ari (Peter Eyre) is an elderly man still very
much able to care for himself, but who has obviously convinced himself, after
the death of his life-time partner, John, along with his inability to cook,
that he might be better off tucked away in a small room in a Care Home, where
someone comes in to make sure he’s getting his proper dosage of pills and cooks
and serves up three meals a day.
But
even his new caregiver Beau wonders what he’s doing in a place like this,
seemingly able as Ari is to care from himself. He certainly doesn’t look frail,
the boy observes.
Ari, on the other hand, finds him the one beautiful thing in his new
world, and engages the straight boy in a way that no one else previously has. A
writer in his past life, fairly witty, and highly educated, Ari turns the
earlier question on the young man. “What do you do in here?” “Room service, but
nothing’s definite,” Beau responds as if a bit frustrated with the
indefiniteness of his job.
Beau, in fact, doesn’t quite seem to know much about àged folk, asking
“What’s all them pills for? You sick or something?” Ari simply sloughs off his
question, and falls asleep.
The
young man steals a box containing a razor that he previously spotted among
Ari’s possessions, and Neville, keeping suspicious watch, notices and reports
it, insisting Beau must be fired: “Thieves never change. Get rid of him, fire
him, sack him!”
But
Ari lies, arguing that he gave it to Beau, “With great pleasure. My hands are
too shaky for a razor.”
Soon after, we see the two, Ari and Beau, sitting in the room alone.
Beau asks: “Why?”
“You’re cute. There’s fuck all to look at around here. Keep it.”
Ari
asks the boy to read the inscription upon it, but the boy hands it back, making
us wonder whether, in fact, he can read. “With all my love, for all eternity,
John.”
Beau is taken aback and now refuses to take it. But Ari explains, “We
had a great love. I don’t need to read about it on a razor.”
Beau, almost in tears, stands. He bends down to Ari and gently kisses
him on the lips, saying “Thank you,” to which the startled older man responds,
“Thank you!”
Earlier in this short work, Ari has shown a Beau a book he has written
on the cover of which is a picture of himself and his lover, nude upon a divan,
being showered in flowers—a kind of mix of a hippie statement and a celebratory
moment from the fin-de-siècle. When Ari awakens his bed is strewn with just
such flowers, cut from the blade of Beau’s gift.
If
this film is not truly profound, it is still a lovely reminder of what a little
friendliness can do to engage even the most unlikely of individuals in a world
of gay love which they have never before encountered. Unlike Neville, now known
as Nev, Ari has brought his past and his identity with him instead of
attempting to abandon it.
Los Angeles, June 30, 2023
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (June
2023).



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