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Kai Stänicke | Golden / 2015

difference and différence

by Douglas Messerli

 

Kai Stänicke (screenwriter and director) Golden / 2015 [3 minutes]

 

In what you might describe as an almost promotional gay short, German director Kai Stänicke presents us with the birth of a child covered head to toe in gold. Despite his “specialness,” however, he seems to grow up rather normally, beloved by his father and mother, camping with his father, having a birthday, going to school, masturbating, getting sick perhaps from too much too drink, fighting another boy, smoking, sitting alone in the locker room, learning how to drive, etc. etc.— until finally we see is parents helping him pack up to go to college. There, after several classes, he runs into another golden boy on the street, the two wondering at the marvel of one another and finally kissing, while suddenly observing another golden man walking by. The end.

    

      Presumably, except for his golden color, our hero, his life is utterly uneventful until he suddenly discovers another boy like himself, the metaphor of the normalcy of being somehow different.

      Sorry, however, something is wrong with this picture. Why were there no other golden boys as he was growing up? Had he never truly wondered about his difference? Had he never seen one of his own kind in the news? Had he never discovered there were golden boys and girls (this film seems to suggest there are no golden females) in the movies? Had he never truly felt different because of his special color? I suppose sitting alone in the locker room is meant to suggest his ostracization, as perhaps the fight he has with another boy. But surely that is something that might happen to even black-, white- and yellow-(as opposed to golden) skinned boys.

       I also find it dangerous to represent sexual difference through the color of one’s skin, a far different issue than one’s inner sexual desires. There is no hiding one’s skin color. And there is no escaping the prejudice of those who don’t like that particular color or find it strange in their community. A black man, an Asian, a Native American cannot hide in a closet. And being a person of color is not at all the same as one’s inner sexual desires, although the hatred it invokes might seem similar.

       This short film’s metaphor is an unfortunate one, and not truly explored in a very effective manner. It is a one-liner approach to a series of far more complex issues and problems. The three minute duration of this film appears to indicate the brevity of thought with which this film was conceived.

     I’m sorry, gay boys are not golden nor particularly protected by their gay status and realization. This is pure gay fantasy, and you know what, I don’t like it.

 

Los Angeles, September 2, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (September 2022).

Sam Greisman | After School / 2015

love of a different kind

by Douglas Messerli

 

Sam Greisman (screenwriter and director) After School / 2015 [7 minutes]

 

Throughout much of US director Sam Greisman’s short film After School, the central character, 15-year-old Jack (Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick), sits quietly alone or even in the company of his best friend from childhood Danny (Dante Palminteri) without speaking, at moments appearing to be almost autistic in his one-word and simple responses of agreement.


     We see him at lunch, sitting a few tables over, with his eyes fully attending to the popular Danny’s every movement, but he doesn’t dare approach. After school he meets up with Danny and even accompanies him to his room, but during the school day he remains apart, primarily because his friend is older, perhaps 17, a young man on the cusp of change, who can’t wait to get away to college.

     But as they sit in Danny’s room, after school and apart from the peer differences it enforces, Jack is still tongue-tied, with finally Danny about ready to emphatically find out whether or not something has changed with their relationship. But his comments are interrupted by his mother calling him into the other room.

     Through Jack’s point of view, we hear only intense arguing without being able to get the gist of their discussion; apparently, she has let out his puppy into the neighbor’s yard where it has been killed.

    Danny is horrified by the fact as he returns to the room, his mother assuring him that they will get him a new dog, her son shocked by what he describes as her “heartlessness,” the fact that she is simply ready to dismiss the matter with the lure of new acquisition. In front of Jack and to her face, Danny shouts, “Get out of my room you fucking cunt!” surely one the most truly profane statements I’ve observed in gay films coming from the mouth of a teenager. She slaps his face and leaves.



      Danny turns away in tears, Jack attempting the console him by putting his arm gingerly up to his shoulder. What surprises him is that Danny totally embraces him as the two hug deeply as Danny lets his tears flow, as Jack does as well—although perhaps for a different reason, for the love, now flowing between them, but which we will never again experience. The love Jack is sharing, he senses, is of a different kind from that to which Danny is so openly responding.

      We sense Jack’s problem, the reason why he has been avoiding his friend, and why he is now a boy of so few words: he is confused over his increasing feelings of love concerning Danny, and in this very moment and the private burial ceremony of the dog later, he is probably the closest to expressing those feelings for Danny that he will never again be. For Danny appears to be unself-consciously heterosexual, not even able to imagine why Jack has suddenly become so removed and quiet. As they stand before the tree where he has buried the pet, Danny puts his arm around Jack saying, “I’m glad you’re here,” Jack replying, “I am too,” even if it is for very different reasons.


      A moment later Danny suggests that it looks like Jack’s mother has arrived to pick him up, and he should probably go back and attempt to make it up with his mom.

      That is the end of this small film in which very little happens. But director Greisman (who incidentally is actor Sally Fields’ youngest son) suggests that for Jack these moments are nonetheless highly momentous and painful, something he may remember the rest of his life, and will continue to trouble him even after Danny has gone off to college. Often, it is the unrequited loves of life that are the most difficult to forget.

 

Los Angeles, February 3, 2023

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (February 3, 2023).

 

Lucas Morales | Pourquoi mon fils? (Why My Son?) / 2015

losing a son

by Douglas Messerli

 

Lucas Morales (screenwriter and director) Pourquoi mon fils? (Why My Son?) / 2015 [21 minutes]

 

This moving short film begins with two teenage high school gay boys, Louis (Josef Mlekus) and Thomas (Lucas Morales) realizing that it is time they tell their parents that they’re gay and involved in a relationship with one another. They blithely toss a coin to determine which of them goes first. Thomas loses.


    Living alone with his father, Thomas sits across the breakfast table with a man (Yann Babilée) with whom most of us could not even imagine an everyday conversation, let alone a discussion about his son’s homosexuality. And indeed, before Thomas can even begin to describe that his best friend is something more than that, the father quiets him down, insisting he does not want to hear any more, staring into space as his chews on his cereal.

     Frustrated at his refusal to respond, the boy pleads for him to speak. His father stands, goes over to him, and slaps him soundly on his face, leaving Thomas in tears, not so much out of pain as much for the realization that his father will never be able to reconcile the fact: “Why, my son?” he wails.

     At school, Thomas at first pretends to Louis that all has gone well, but quickly reveals the truth that it has been very nasty. It appears from his comments that the father had previously regularly abused Thomas’ mother, the boy suggesting that at least he has been able to move on from those long ago difficulties.

      When Louis suggests he stay at his home that night, Thomas insists that it would only make things worse.

      Meanwhile, in his home, while his parents watch TV, Louis spends no time coming to the point, simply announcing, “I’m gay,” his father pleading wait until the TV show ends. His mother gets up and hugs him, suggesting that they have no problem at all about his sexuality. The whole situation goes so comically well that we find the scene to be more than an alternative fantasy rather than real representation of such an event. Even accepting parents generally have fears and alarms.

     In the middle of the night, we see Thomas up, feet dangling from his attic room loft as he ponders his father’s total silence. At breakfast, his father, for the first time in the boy’s life, reports that he will pick him up after school.

     Thomas is almost fearful of what his seemingly kind offer means, and he sits through his classes, one a long discussion in his philosophy class about making one’s way out of Plato’s cave—obviously referencing Thomas’ own need to find his way out of the world of anger, hate, and love, the contradictory feelings that keep him in his relationship with his father. Instead of taking the bus with his friend, he tells him his father is coming to pick him up, something that even troubles Louis, who tells his friend that his mother can’t wait to meet him and that he’s welcome to stay on permanently in this home.

      Meanwhile, we see Père de Thomas brooding before pulling out a drawer and taking out a handgun, momentarily picking up a picture of him, his wife, and Thomas as a beautiful young son and tossing it angrily to the floor. He gets into the car to pick up his son.

      We already know that the trip home will not lead to where either of them expect. Instead returning by the normal route, the father travels into the country where they stop at the delipidated country home, the house where he lived with Thomas’ mother and conceived Thomas. When finally the two find themselves standing face to face, the father tells his son to close his eyes.

      Thomas complains that the father’s behavior is frightening him, but the elder insists that his son obey, Thomas again asking him to stop behaving so very strangely. The father commands his son obey his wishes, which against his will Thomas does, closing his eyes as his father takes up the gun, pointing it not at his son as we might have feared, but at his own neck.


      He shoots, Thomas opening his eyes to see him making the attempt, but nothing happens.

      Thomas angrily pulls out the bullets he himself has confiscated earlier, scolding his father for being a jerk simply because he cannot accept who his son loves. The elder expresses his fears that his son can no longer love him and that he is no longer worthy of living having failed his son. It’s strange how we never imagine that a father’s anger over his son’s gay sexuality might include a sublimated fear that he is losing the boy’s love to another man.

      Thomas reassures him that despite their difficulties in expressing love that he does indeed still love him and that it is time for both to simply demonstrate what they feel for one another. They do, in fact, just that, hug in an acceptance that both have refused one another for so long.

      I don’t think French director Lucas Morales (who later directed the excellent LGBTQ film Rendez-vous avec Diego) needed the last scene, where the two boys joyfully ride together to an oceanside pier, where Thomas throws the bullets into the water. We presume with that earlier embrace of son and father that things will proceed more felicitously between all in the future.

 

Los Angeles, October 31, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2022).

Claude Chabrol | Le Beau Serge (Handsome Serge) / 1958

the unnecessary savior

by Douglas Messerli

 

Claude Chabrol (screenwriter and director) Le Beau Serge (Handsome Serge) / 1958

 

Le Beau Serge, Claude Chabrol’s sudden entry into the French film-making scene, as many critics have suggested, contains a great many mirror-images that would later become a thematic issue in Chabrol’s prolific contributions. But this movie, itself, is also a kind of mirror-image to his second film, Le Cousins. Both stars Jean-Claude Brialy and Gérard Blain, representing a city dweller and a kind of country bumpkin, Brialy the innocent city-dweller, François, returning to his hometown of Sardent in the first film, while Blain stands in for the country cousin come to town in Le Cousins.


     In that film, I argued, the heterosexual domination of women is actually a deep statement of the unexpressed homoerotic sexual relationship between the two. And in Le Beau Serge, the same undercurrent is even more clearly established. Serge, the handsome one, has been the best childhood friend of François’ as they were growing up. And now, upon his return to Sardent, supposedly to recover from his vaguely diagnosed tuberculosis, cannot stop asking others about his former “beau” friend, demanding to know why this future architect has become the town drunkard.

     The reasons are those of many a small town hero. He has gotten a girl pregnant, and, instead of being able to realize his dreams, has been destined to remain in a world that offers him little else but the bleak confines of provincial life. His first child, a mongoloid, has died quickly, and what may have been a superficial enchantment with Yvonne (Michèle Méritz), has faded. Although he clearly loves her, his treatment is that of a brutal peasant marriage. When he isn’t drunk, he cheats on her, even with her own sister, the town slut Marie (Bernadette Lafont), and abuses her, we perceive, occasionally even striking out at her, although she is now once again pregnant. If nothing else, Yvonne is the subject of his verbal abuse. From once being a potentially brilliant young student, he now works as a local truck driver, and, along with his drunkenness, he is bitter about the situation.

    François’ return certainly does not make life for Serge better, knowing how his now apparently refined friend must see him. If, at first, the two embrace one another with all the love of the past, their relationship soon becomes a subtle—and sometimes not so subtle—battle between them that involves education, class—and, inevitably, sex.

    François, moreover, is a kind of self-righteous prig who criticizes the local priest for not having worked more closely with his now straying flock, and takes it upon himself to attempt to reform not only his constantly drunken friend, but to alter the entire community. “I think they need me,” he self-righteously proclaims. Yet, François is so visibly confused that he quickly begins an affair with Marie, as in Chabrol’s The Cousins perhaps an attempt to “take over” his would-be male lover’s bed.


     What begins as a possible resurrection of their childhood friendship, quickly turns sour, when, one by one, the so-called ignorant citizens of Sardent begin to perceive that François is perceiving them like insects, desperate to find a way to alter their ordinary patterns of living. The intruder even goes so far as to suggest that Serge leave his wife and return to his youthful dreams.

       When Marie is raped by her own “supposed” father (it is clear that she is not his child), whose house she cohabits, the prudish François drops her—particularly after Serge seemingly sides with the old man, who, he claims, had waited for years for the “chance”—and with total disgust hides out in his room at the local inn, realizing that he has caused more devastation than his hoped for “salvation.”

      Reappearing at a local dance—itself such a grim affair that it is almost painful to watch—he rejects Marie, with whom Serge dances, but worries over Yvonne, now quite close to childbirth. But, of course, the inquisitive viewer can only ask whether this might not be yet another attempt to get closer to Serge through his women friends.

     Indeed, Serge brutally beats his former friend in what is clearly a psychological response to François’ intrusions upon his unhappy life. In a sense, the bloody face he rewards François is not so dissimilar to the beatings of women he has given to his wife and others. Violence and murder are always, in Chabrol’s films, intimately interconnected.


     The film attempts to “save” both of its heroes, ultimately, by Yvonne asking, during the final moments before her child’s birth, that François drag in both a doctor and (quite literally) her drunken husband to her through the snow. Her new baby, a boy, is a beautifully “normal” child, and perhaps will grow up to be just as handsome as his “beau” father.

     So does Chabrol’s bleak film offer some sort of spiritual resolution; even as we perceive that, perhaps, François will not survive the winter to be able to return to the clinic in Switzerland and to a normal life. The hardy drunkard, in this case, is the survivor, as opposed to the country boy’s death in The Cousins. But we now also know that their fates will always in intricately interlinked.

     Le Beau Serge is often described as the earliest film of the Nouvelle Vague or the French New Wave. Certainly, despite its on-site filming, it looks and behaves unlike like many of the New Wave’s later films by Godard, Rivette, and others. But there is some subtle humor throughout, particularly when “handsome” Serge introduces his friend, filmmaker Philippe de Broca to another New Wave filmmaker friend, Jacques Rivette. Clearly Serge keeps better company than the wan city-dweller scolding the rest of them.

 

Los Angeles, September 6, 2017

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (September 2017).

 


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