dressing a corpse
by Douglas Messerli
Erick Castrillon and Moira Morel (screenplay), Marvin Lemus (director) Vámonos / 2015 [13 minutes]
Vámanos is a comedic gem about death; yet
this is no Ortonian hoot, with side glances, winks, and whistles, but a serious
study in how to release even a dead body from the chains of normalcy that threatened
to delimit and delete it during its life.
Without much ado, Rosa quickly chooses a dark purple dress for her
daughter, while Hope selects a pair of black pants and a white blouse, trying
to show it to the mother before she purchases the dress. But Rosa, obviously of
strong will and clearly great disdain for Hope, dismissed the younger girl’s
choice as shopping attire, while hers is the appropriate attire for a funeral.
She also wants to purchase some hair extensions.
Hope tries again to convince the older woman that the outfit she has
chose is color coordinated and has a more appropriate flow, but even as she
attempts to explain her choice to the impervious mother, another woman appears,
offering her condolences in Spanish to Rosa. Rosa quickly introduces the girl
as Esperanza, “Margarita’s friend.” ‘Oh, I see,” replies the sympathizer, as
Rosa almost roles her eyes in obvious disapproval of the younger woman.
At that point Hope loses it, hurrying off to a small dressing room to
gather herself and her own grieving. But Rosa is already at the cubicle door,
demanding to know what the girl is doing in there and insisting that they need
to go immediately.
Hope begs just for a moment.
Rosa responds: “She is my daughter and she will be buried in a dress.
And if you don’t like it you are welcome to not attend.”
We have witnessed this kind of homophobia time and again in LGBTQ cinema,
most notably in Tom Ford’s A Single Man (2009) wherein the
companion of the dead son is not even invited to the funeral.
In the next frame of director Marvin Lemus’ film, Hope is now settled
down in her living room, late at night, with a couple of best friends, Del
(Natalia Cordova-Buckley) and Luz (Briana Kennedy), who are sharing stories
about club life. Hope, sitting apart from the others, a glass of whiskey in
hand, recounts the time when Mac came back with a broken ankle. One of the
friends suggests she busted it on a stairs, but Hope sets her right by
explaining that Mac broke it because Rosa and made her wear heels to her cousin’s
wedding. “Heels, a dress, make-up, all that shit. She was humiliated. And so
she got wasted at the reception just to get through the night. And then she fell
and busted up her ankle.”
Suddenly,
one of the friends decides that she cannot let things happen as they are
planned, demanding the others just trust her: “Go put your shoes on.”
Within minutes they are in a car with Hope in the back seat not at all
sure she wants to be involved in their vague plot. One of them goes to Hope,
demanding she join them, “Come on, Hope, we got to make this right.”
Hope is not at all clear about what they are talking about or planning.
They
drive to the funeral home, the two friends rushing off and easily breaking into
the place. When Hope perceives what they’re planning, she is horrified,
demanding they leave immediately. She wants no part of their lunatic actions.
But the two women exit the car and move quickly to the back door of the funeral
house.
Soon the women rush back to the car, having
successfully broken into the freezer room where Mac’s body lies in wait,
dressed in the costume her mother has purchased. They plan to return when they
gather their wits and rethink their strategy; but at this point Hope takes
over, leaving the others behind.
She
too breaks in and gathers up her fortitude to face her dead friend who she
encounters lying on a table with long hair and that dreadful dress Rosa has
determined she should wear. Her first words are “Oh baby, what have they done?”
She
unzips her bag, and carefully takes out the white shirt, tie, and suit coat in
which Mac was dressed for their marriage. We see images of the couple and
finally realize that Mac was a butch Latina with short hair who preferred male
clothing.
Hope slips her wedding ring on her finger and leaves the place, purple
dress in hand. This time they had her the keys as she slips into the driver’s sea.
“How did it go?” asks Luz. Hope turns to her with a huge grin on her face as
they drive off.
The body now resembles the woman who once inhabited it.
Los Angeles, December 16, 2025
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (December
2025).




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