sink or swim
by Douglas Messerli
William Roth (screenwriter and director) Floating
/ 1997
Van (Norman Reedus), a high school swimming
champion, and his family lived in a beautiful lake home in an area that serves
as a summer resort. He had plans of going to college, and his life seemed quite
perfect until his father (Will Lyman), struggling with alcoholism lost his legs
in an
William Roth’s beach-side version of this “town and gown”-like story
pits the all-year locals against the summer visitors whose lovely homes are
those whom Van’s buddies regularly burgle using Van’s former family home as a
place to stow their stash of stolen TVs, recording devices, computers, and
stereos. That is until Van’s vanished mother rents out the place to a
university swimming coach (Bruce Kenny) and his family which includes his son
Doug (Chad Lowe), a champion swimmer on his father’s university team. To Van,
Doug and his family, now inhabiting his former home, seem to represent
everything to which he had once aspired.
Unfortunately, Roth’s otherwise likeable film from 1997 relies far too
heavily on the simplistic values of normative society, setting up issues
between those with wealth against the lower middle class, those academically
educated vs. the working class, and the superficially lawful against those
If
Van and his errant friends first pretend to take a liking to the new boy Doug
simply to be able, metaphorically speaking, to “get into his pants”—to find a
way into the house in which he lives to retrieve their stolen loot—Van, who has
not been directly involved in any of the lefts, takes a special interest in the
boy, in part because of Doug’s open-minded friendliness, mostly evidenced in of
his desperation to be liked. The two share a love of swimming, but also it is
clear that the new boy represents all that Van has dreamed of becoming, a
college swimmer with enough financial support that girls like Julie might fall
in love with him.
You have to give the director of this work credit, however, for stirring
up the waters just a bit in having their friendship slowly boil over into
something else, Doug’s homoerotic attraction to his new friend, and Van’s not
even minding terribly when he discovers, through a hidden magazine under Doug’s
mattress, that his swimming chum is a homosexual.
That indeed might have made for a truly remarkable movie, the handsome
straight James Dean-like figure running off into the void with a frightened gay
kid—and without even a Nathalie Wood to come between them. But Roth both
narratively and visually throws in the wrench at the very last moment,
inexplicably having his hero unable to go through with his plans, narratively
requiring Doug to get drunk, and as the police close around them, to drown by
accident in the very waters where he once so gracefully swam. Van comes home to
a father to which he is now symbolically wed, the older man suddenly able to
strap on his prosthetic legs just in time to hobble over and put an arm around
the boy he has always loved.
Another gay man evidently needed to die for the sentimental myth of
normative life. Sorry, this just doesn’t float for me this time around.
Los Angeles, January 30, 2021
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog and
World Cinema Review (January 2021).




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