Friday, March 21, 2025

Tania Karenni | La Repetición (The Repetition) / 2024

the vampire

by Douglas Messerli

 

Tania Karenni (screenwriter and director) La Repetición (The Repetition) / 2024 [15 minutes]

 

Believe me I know the addictions of alcoholism, how you can give up drink for even several years at a time, to only break your devoted determination to stay off of the drink until one day you have another, and then always another and another again.


    The major character of this short Mexican film Daniel (Ernesto Siller) does just that, although only for a couple of weeks. He pours out all of his beer, suffers through the transition, and attempts to move on. But bi-sexual director Tania Karenni confuses this all with a sexual addiction that her hero Daniel has for a fairly abusive lover, Erick (Raymundo J. Cruz) who comes only once a week, or even less, knocking loudly on Daniel’s door to let him in to have an almost vampire-like sex session.

     Despite the fact that I too have been addicted to sex, the two are not the same and don’t function

in the same manner, and the comparison, quite frankly, seems quite homophobic. Yes, certain relationships can be as destructive as alcoholic fixes. But they’re not the same thing. Sex is not a liquor, and it does not necessarily destroy the body the way alcohol does. Moreover, when hurt enough times, one learns to easily dismiss the sex, where, I’m sorry to say, alcohol addiction doesn’t leave you in peace. This false analogy leaves you with the notion that if you are gay and absolutely love someone you are in the same place as a heavy beer-drinker.

      No, that’s not what sex is about. Sex is a communicative process, even when it fails, alcohol a condition which ultimately leaves you in total isolation. And I resent the comparison, having shared both addictions. I have never regretted any sexual involvement, and basically, given that I escaped the AIDS era, sex has never to my knowledge been dangerous to my health. I never met a vampire, and I frankly don’t believe in their existence.

     But yes, drink can do you in, destroy your body, your consciousness, your life.

     False analogies don’t impress me, and I truly find them offensive. I’ll take a vampire any day over another bottle of beer. I’ll even drink to that! And just have.

 

Los Angeles, March 21, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema (March 2025).

 

 

Ford Fairchild | Drag Queen / 2024 [music video]

celebrating drag queens

by Douglas Messerli

 

Chris Housman (performer and composer), Ford Fairchild (director) Drag Queen / 2024 [3 minutes]

  

For his Blueneck album, country-western singer Chris Housman did an extremely brave thing by celebrating the very notion of a drag queen after Tennessee had adopted its Adult Entertainment Act, and other states were delimiting the appearance of drag queens, particularly those who might read appropriate books to young people in libraries.

  The very idea that some men might dress up and perform as women suddenly became an issue in a nation in which, as I have established, had a true theater and cinematic tradition going back to at least to the 18th century, played out in early performances of Fatty Arbuckle, Charlie Chaplin, and dozens of other major film and theater figures. What had suddenly happened to so terrify conservative Americans? 



       There is, quite obviously, no sane answer. Suddenly the society, particularly the Trump MAGA world, became so terrified of any differences in behavior that they could no longer accept in their tiny narrative framework of experience anyone who didn’t behave as absurdly as they did. The US suddenly seemed to have lost all comprehension of those who didn’t fit within the strictures of religious and political values into which frightened US residents had retreated, fearful of any further loses of their ignorant and hateful identities. When someone as “down home” as Housman sings of and praises their joyful presence, accordingly, it truly does mean something, even if it won’t change the minds of a single unthinking MAGA individual.

     His lyrics, and the presence of several Nashville drag queens, Arsyn, Perplexity, Sasha Dereon, Ivy St. James, Vanity, Deception, and Obsinity, however, truly questions through popular music the legitimacy of these narrow-minded people’s viewpoint. The song’s lyrics say it all:

 

He's teacher of the year

And royalty as well

'Cause every now and then

Michael becomes Michelle

A little red wine

To wind down his day

With a lot of eye shadow

But he never throws shade

He reaps what he sows

And sews his own dresses

The wig glue of the family

Always cleaning up messes

Puts on a face

And one hell of a show

And everybody round here knows

She's a drag queen but she ain't no drag

Lace-up front with a pony in the back

People try and knock her down all the time

But in her high heels she's still 6'5

She wouldn't hurt a soul or kill a fly

But she murders on the stage every Saturday night

The kind of woman lotta men wish they could be

 

Los Angeles, March 21, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (March 2025).

 

 

Ford Fairchild | Laid Back / 2024 [music video]

sunshine dripping like country time lemonade

by Douglas Messerli

 

Chris Housman (singer, lyricist, and composer), Ford Fairchild (director) Laid Back / 2024 [2.50 minutes]

 


Beginning in 2020, with the release of his memorable single, “Nobody,” Kansas-born gay singer, Chris Housman came into the public consciousness. That song, based on his personal experience of a gay breakup, is not included in these pages because it contains no pronouns and no images of any male relationship. But in its country western plaints, it somehow attracted my attention, sounding very much to my ears like a gay ballad. How to explain that is difficult. It could be a tale of any straight man breaking up with his girl, but somehow the depth of his emotional pleading sounded like a wail of gay distress that just doesn’t come through in straight country western plaints.

    By the time of his following album Blueneck with its song “Drag Queen,” the latter written in response to the passage of the Tennessee Adult Entertainment Act, Housman had brought his open sexuality into his music.

     In “Laid Back,” and “Guilty As Sin” in 2024—both also from Blueneck, he had made his sexuality quite clear in the images of his videos, both of these video singles directed by Ford Fairchild.

     “Laid Back” is simply about a group of friends “chillin’” together, but in this case with his particular boyfriend, as the other swim in the waters of Percy Priest Lake.

 

Brand new bobbers, hand me down poles

Cooler full of beer to keep the ice cold

Just enough sand, to feel like a beach

Down at that spot we got at Percy priest

 

Y’all can meet us there

Bring your own lawn chair

 

We gon’ keep it laid back

On the back half of a Sunday

Sunshine dripping like country time lemonade

Cold can 12 pack fighting off a heat wave

…No way we ain’t having us a good day

Put the phones down, turn the dial up

Catch a buzz and a bass with a little luck

Wave by wave, our troubles float away, yeah

Cuz we don’t need that

We’ll keep it laid back

Laid back, laid back

 

    And indeed, the gay couple are cuddling in laid-back style, a can of what appears to be lemonade hanging from Housman’s hand.

 

Los Angeles, March 21, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema (March 2025).

James Fanizza | Sebastian / 2017

how to trust the heart

by Douglas Messerli

 

James Fanizza (screenwriter and director) Sebastian / 2017

 

Toronto Film Scene magazine critic William Brownridge described his fellow Canadian James Fanizza’s 2017 film Sebastian as a relatively typical and predictable romantic drama, but I’ve seen very few films wherein within a few moments of the opening credits a young man, in this case Alex (Fanizza playing the lead role), whose boyfriend Nelson (Guifré Bantjes-Rafols) has just left for a week’s vacation, immediately beds down with the boyfriend’s visiting cousin from Argentina, Sebastian (Alex House). Particularly, since Nelson has introduced the two and suggested his lover look after Sebastian to make sure he has an interesting visit, it’s difficult to sympathize with the romantic relationship founded on a cheating heart.


     Alex makes it even more difficult to feel any delight in his new conquest, moreover, by representing his actions as being insignificant since he was about break up with Nelson anyway; at least, Sebastian shows some sense of familial guilt.

     Fortunately, Fanizza’s film gradually reveals its central figure—with whom Sebastian immediately falls in love despite himself—as being far more complex and problematic, taking the film in directions that, in fact, one might have never expected in a romantic drama.



     The central friction between the two sudden lovers, Alex and Sebastien, is that the latter is the “settling-down” kind of gay man, while Alex, as is apparent in his quick abandonment of Nelson, has no sense of commitment, seeming almost happy that the deep sexual satisfaction that Sebastien provides him will last only a week before his cute trick returns home.

      But Sebastien, more than a cute boy with long hair and a Spanish romantic charm, is a kind of honest innocent who asks questions of Alex and insinuates himself into the other’s world so fully that the Toronto boy begins to admit to information he has never shared previously with any friends, including his supposed best friend, drag queen Xenia (RuPaul Drag Race performer Brian McCook, better known as Katya Zamolodchikova)—namely that in high school he had a consenting affair with his married history teacher who was arrested, when Alex’s parents discovered the relationship, and imprisoned for pedophilia.



     Fanizza, both as writer and director, seems to cast this off as simply another piece of information in the increasingly complex portrait of Alex. But, in fact, this might have taken the film on a fully different trajectory, and almost does, when at a visit to his favorite gay bar with Sebastian, Alex runs into the history’s professor’s wife, who when she spots Alex in the crowd, hurries after him and Sebastian just to find out “how he is?”

     Obviously, Sebastian and the film’s audience is perplexed concerning the event, and when we discover, soon after, that in fact the history professor committed suicide in jail soon after Alex’s visit to him and insistence that his love would remain, we can well understand why Alex is afraid to truly fall in love ever again.


    Sebastian, who without permission has leafed through Alex’s sketch book almost as he riffles through Alex’s head, encourages his new friend to further explore his art, allowing his emotions to find a healthy outlet. Inevitably, Sebastian’s increasing sway upon Alex results ultimately in the confused lover pulling away and seemingly breaking off their love affair. And Xenia’s further attempt to hook him up with a gallery owner friend, ends in Alex cutting ties all those who love him most.

     I’d suggest given the truly traumatic events which, unfortunately the feature film does not more fully explore, that the film’s sudden shift to what is more predictable tends to make all that follows rather hollow. Of course, Alex does begin to sketch again, this time including large drawings of his former school-teacher lover as well as Sebastien. Sebastien and Xenia are on the list to the gallery opening, and, as expected, friendship and love are renewed.

     The fact that Alex has been refusing to deal with Nelson’s cellphone calls all this while, brings him back early from his trip as he confronts Alex only to find his cousin in his bed. Alex once more scoffs at the drama, but this time it is Sebastian who storms off insisting that if he doesn’t try to make peace with Nelson his entire family in Argentina and Canada will end up hating and excommunicating him. Fortunately, the aunt with whom he is boarding, is wise and accepting of her nephew’s being gay and his new love.

     Nelson wants nothing to do with either of them, and by the end of the film hints at why Alex may have wanted to break up in the first place. But in a movie titled Sebastian you know the two week-long lovers at least have to make up in time to see the title character off on his trip home.

     Without even knowing it, Sebastian has booked, as all clever Torontoans do, a plane out of Buffalo, which gives Alex another day to tour Sebastian around town, this time in the not so tourist friendly town of Buffalo. They have Buffalo wings, of course, and walk around the old theatre district for the day before it’s time for one more long kiss and a quick drive—Alex, despite his new sense of openness, almost showing his impatience to get his friend on the plane on time—to the airport.


     Sebastian certainly provides him with other possibilities. He could stay on or Alex could come with him to Argentina. And when their borrowed car won’t start, we just know the time has come for Alex to commit to the love to which he has already surrendered. Still, he desperately hails down a taxi and they arrive at the airport, Alex barely even offering up a hug before Sebastian turns to go out of his life forever.

      Fortunately, Fanizza has seen Sleepless in Seattle and maybe even the original version An Affair to Remember, and a short distance after the cab pulls away, Alex orders the driver to stop, jumps out of the taxi, and runs back into the airport to make a choice we knew he must.

      The power of romantic love is restored to its proper place in this gay rom-com.

      But I’m still haunted by how to deal with the death of a man for loving a younger boy who was perfectly aware and willing to return that love, and troubled by what it means for societies to continue to allow such incidents to happen, to destroy reputations, lives, and human beings for feeling the same emotions. Children are not imagined to have logical minds or deep passions, and are most certainly denied the very illogical and somewhat hurtful love which this film promotes.

 

Los Angeles, May 8, 2023

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (May 2023).

Ricky Mastro | La tempête (The Storm) / 2017

magnetism

by Douglas Messerli

 

Ricky Mastro and Laura Saulnier (screenplay), Ricky Mastro (director) La tempête (The Storm) / 2017 [16 minutes]


The French film The Storm begins with Léo (Kévin Roze) masturbating to the weather forecaster, interrupted as his entire life appears to be. In fact, the beautiful Léo in Ricky Mastro’s watchable movie, appears to be entirely lost, a bit like a ghoul wandering the streets.

     Soon after he stops by a fast-food stand to pick up some dinner, eating alone at a table. As he wanders away, the server follows him telling he’s left his keys. And so begins a remarkable night, as the two decide to get a drink. It begins with the server, Luca (Maxime Picot) speaking of a phenomenon they are about to experience, the magnetic waves from a black hole that occurred billions of years ago. But even here Léo seems uncomprehending and lost, hardly speaking as Luca tells the amazing story of the present suddenly being caught up in events from the beginning of the universe before the existence of the earth.

   Luca suggests they go for a swim, further amazing Léo who can’t even seem to fathom where there might be a body of water in which to swim. Luca forces his friend to climb a wall, breaking into a private swimming pool of a home whose residents are evidently away.


     Once more Léo seems confused by the events, hardly able to scale the wall, and worried about the weather, fearful of rain which according to Luca has not been forecast.

     But suddenly in the pool the two come together and engage in an almost magical sexual tryst, kissing and holding on to one another as if destined to unite.

    Back on the street, Luca seems cold despite a seemingly now reawakened and playful Léo, arguing that he has work early in the morning. Léo, however, suggests, “One last smoke?”

    Luca takes out only a cigarette, but it might as well be an intoxicating drug given that suddenly Léo announces that he has lost his keys along the way, and now he doesn’t know where to sleep, it being far too late to call a blacksmith.

     He asks if he might sleepover at Luca’s, but his new acquaintance says that it’s not at all possible. When Léo asks if he has a “man,” Luca replies, “No, a chick…and two kids.”

     And suddenly Léo is hurt, angry. He recognizes it not as a “situation,” but suddenly a “problem,” even a lie as if Luca has suddenly altered his entire personality, having, as Léo he puts it “gone weird,” turning against him after their romantic swim.

    Luca finally admits that he is homeless, that he sleeps at the restaurant. “I don’t have an apartment or anything.”



     Suddenly Léo becomes the aggressive one, kissing Luca and racing off with Luca behind him. He introduces Luca to a rooftop paradise, undressing him as the two engage in rooftop sex, sleeping together on the roof until almost dawn.

      Léo awakens first and dresses, slowly kissing his friend awake. Luca suggests breakfast, but Léo, now the practical one, argues that he has to find a blacksmith and get into his apartment. But might Luca wish to sleep at his place this evening instead of the restaurant? Luca agrees that it would be a fine arrangement.


     On the subway, we observe Léo sitting on the bench with a quiet smile upon his face, as if the previous ghost of a body he had inhabited has sprung back into life through the strange events of the night, which drew two unlikely forces together, possibly for an utterly new life.

      Near the doorway, we see the weather man, who observing the beautiful boy on the bench, attempts to maneuver his way closer to him. But this time, Léo does not even notice the former fantasy of his masturbatory urges. The magnetic storm has already swept over his world and changed it.

 

Los Angeles, January 23, 2023

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2023).

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