a battle between what god made him and what god demands
by Douglas Messerli
Genéa Gaudet (screenwriter and director) Elder / 2015 [13 minutes]
Almost
immediately upon meeting Gianni, the couple fell in love and began secret
meetings at great difficultly given the restrictions of Clark’s religious duties.
Given the heat of his new romance, he stops his Thorazine treatment, and steps quite
bravely into a romantic adventure that might have been recounted in a 19th
century novel.
However, Clark’s
and Gianni’s love-affair is fairly short-lived when he is told that he is being
transferred to Sardinia, and a great deal of this film recounts Gianni’s accompaniment
of Clark by train to the ferry that will take him to that island, the two
missing it so that they have yet one more day in paradise before their sad,
almost tragic farewells. It is only as the romance comes to an end that the
central figure can finally face his somewhat vengeful god, he making a vow:
Demitra Kampakis, writing in Posture magazine, captures the couple’s near histrionic love-making: “With heavy eyelids faintly fluttering in tandem to his heartbreak, Clark visibly translates the anguish, despair, and self-preservation-fueled cognitive dissonance that accompanied his dread in knowing that he and Gianni would soon be separated (as Clark notes in the film, despite Gianni’s pleas that they stay in Italy together, he wasn’t at the point in his life where he could feasibly cut off all ties to his family).”
Given the
fact that Mormon-boy love has now almost surpassed cowboy couplings in the gay
pantheon of sexual genres, one feels, however, a bit let down by the reality of
simply waving a sad farewell to such a hot Commie. And despite the beauty of
the landscape and frisson of the boy’s romance, it might have been interesting
to know other information about Clark which Kampakis uncovers in her interview
with him:
“Elaborating on that resonant moment in the film
during our phone interview, Tom conveyed how that exchange was life-changing
for him, a moment of spiritual clarity and liberation. Yet, a twinge of self-effacement can also be
detected in that message, and when I probed Tom on this interpretation, he
further opened up about the nature of his self-identity. ‘Although I was born in the States, I grew up
in Italy—so culturally speaking, I consider myself more of an immigrant. Unlike Americans, Italians don’t regard
homosexuality as the principal form of one’s identity. It’s a topic that isn’t openly discussed
often, not because of shame, but because there isn’t a need to fixate or
sensationalize. Fundamentally viewing
someone within the framework of their sexual orientation is very much an
American construct—so although I proudly embrace the fact that I am a gay man,
and acknowledge the various ways in which my gay sensibilities are manifested,
I nonetheless have a tenuous relationship with my homosexuality. In that sense,
I hold a more casual, European approach to being gay wherein I view it as an
auxiliary aspect of who I am—a ‘man who happens to be gay,’ rather than a ‘gay
man.’”
This is
not really the Clark we observe in the film, terrified of a possible outing and
torn between his religious beliefs and his human desires. I might have liked to
get to know this “other” Clark who might certainly have turned around and remained
in Italy with his beloved friend.
Moreover,
while the film focuses almost entirely on the breach that Clark makes between
his faith and heart, it might have been interesting to also peek into the world
of his lover Gianni, who might certainly have felt some pulls between his
political identity and his sexual desires. I don’t know a great deal about the
Italian Communist party, although of course another queer, Pier Paolo Pasolini
identified, if nothing else, with the Communist ideology; but surely there were
tensions bedding with a boy under a red cover.
It’s too
bad that this film does not explore anything but the poignant love story at its
heart. But the director justifies her focus: “I think because the love story
embodies that moment in time, I never felt that the film should be any longer. Its
self-contained nature as a vignette allowed me to condense the narrative while
still painting a complete picture. It’s like the difference between a novel and
a short story.”
So
perhaps we should just describe this lovely piece as she does, a vignette that
stands apart from the larger picture behind it. If nothing else, the love
between these two young men represents a kind of framed fragment to which both
men as elders can look back upon and with a wistful smile whisper to their
friends, “Did I ever tell you about….”
Los Angeles, October 4, 2025
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October
2025).



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