Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Ford Fairchild | Guilty as Sin / 2024

the halo don’t fit

by Douglas Messerli

 

Chris Housman (composer and performer), Ford Fairchild (director) Guilty as Sin / 2024 (3 minutes) [music video]

 

If you thought gay country performer’s Blueneck of 2024 was hot—and it was—then you need to hear and watch his music video of the same year, Guilty as Sin, in which he falls for an equally “blueneck” country boy (Gabe LaDuke).




     I can’t tell you what it means to a city boy to hear a country western singer express his love so very openly in a world that doesn’t truly want to accept that vision. It’s a wonderful sense of liberation to hear such lyrics as Housman croons out:

 

Tried to fight it

To deny it

But every single night it’s the same desire, same damn fire

 

Smoked a little

Tried to pray

Knew it was you the moment I felt this, baby I’m helpless

 

I can only resist for so long

 

I gave it my best

But this halo don’t fit

If I had to spend forever in heaven without you might as well be in hell

My verdict is in

Cause baby if loving you is wrong

Then I’m guilty as sin

 

I’m done pretending

Cut the tension

Ain’t no use in us acting like, this ain’t right

 

I need your body

Heavy on me

I’m always falling back to your gravity, it’s pulling me

 

And I can only resist for so long

 

I gave it my best

But this halo don’t fit

If I had to spend forever in heaven without you might as well be in hell

My verdict is in

Cause baby if loving you is wrong

Then I’m guilty as sin

 

I can only resist for so long

I found holy right here in your arms




    For a gay man to hear this in country western language is almost magical. These tattooed country men may not represent my style or way of living, but they mean so much more for their open expression of love. I find that increasingly interesting. People I might have before even imagined as speaking for gay, trans, and other LGBTQ causes, coming forward out of the dark woodwork of the red states, expressing something I had never imagined possible. The LGBTQ community exists everywhere in the cracks of our civilization, and now are coming out to sing and speak their desires. I cried with joy.

 

Los Angeles, April 9, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (April 2025).

 

 

 

Scott Hunter | Dying for You / 1995

straight into death

by Douglas Messerli

 

Scott Hunter (screenwriter and director) Dying for You / 1995 [13 minutes]

 

This far too artsy and sentimental story about a young lover dying of what is quite apparently AIDS is nonetheless quite touching. The film takes us through their fairly closeted relationship as Denis (Adrian Proszowski)—the one who is dying—continues to refuse to reveal to his parents that he is gay after being in a rather long relationship with Mark (Jason Chapados).



    Clearly, this story is predictable, Mark remaining in what has become a fairly destructive coupling since Denis ultimately refuses sex with his companion. And the heavy introduction of an over-orchestrated score, along with constantly floating bubbles and balloons of credits both at the beginning and end of the film, accomplished by cinematographer Tracy German, is truly irritating. It takes about 4 minutes for this film to even begin. It is after all a student film, although much more Hollywood-influenced than the later hundreds of gay films we see on the circuit today.

     The film zigs and zags between their best times and their worst, without much dialogue, but nonetheless representing the ups and downs of any gay relationship. In this case the biggest gesture is evidently the purchase of a sweater that Denis makes as a gift for Mark, but decides himself wear as a presentation of the gift. Denis has evidently been a self-corrector, someone who keeps attempting to alter and correct his world, and the frustration of living with such a being is quite evident. But then, he can no longer rectify his life, and no without opportunity to change is now out of control. And that is the tragedy of his world, and the dilemma for the man who wants to help him into his inevitable situation, Mark.

     There is lots of wine drinking, frightful and delightful moments of their history, but it simply doesn’t cohere.

     This might have been a truly profound film if it was washed from such simplified sentiments, but clearly director Hunter’s own emotions are spilled across the screen. And given the moment, 1995, you can hardly blame him, particularly since the movie itself is dedicated to Kevin White, who died in 1997, someone who was obviously close to him.

     There have been so many quite earth-shattering films about AIDS, Arthur J. Bresson Jr’s 1985 film Buddies, Bill Sherwood’s Parting Glances of 1986, and Willard Carroll’s Playing by Heart, made in 1998, after this film, that you imagine this might have been a more profound movie.

     What amazes me is that this film is not even mentioned on IMDb or Letterboxd. If nothing else, it is worthy of discussion.

 

Los Angeles, April 9, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (April 2025).

 

Alfred Hitchcock | Champagne / 1928

never safe from ourselves

by Douglas Messerli

 

Alfred Hitchcock and Eliot Stannard (screenplay, based on a story by Walter C. Mycroft), Alfred Hitchcock (director) Champagne / 1928

 

Alfred Hitchcock’s 1928 silent romantic comedy, Champagne, is often described as one of his very few forays into the comic mode. Yet, if you carefully look at Hitchcock’s oeuvre you’ll perceive highly comic moments in nearly all of his films, including his own appearance carrying an ear-horn in Vertigo and even the wisecracks of his daughter Patricia in Strangers on a Train. Hitchcock was apparently delighted to discover that his writer for Rope, Arthur Laurents was having a brief fling with the film’s handsome actor, Farley Granger. He surely loved the irony of the creator and his villain jumping into bed together.


       Champagne also is not all comedy. Once the wealthy heiress, Betty (Betty Balfour) absconds with her father’s airplane to elope with her lover (Jean Bradin), her angry father (Gordon Harker) sets his agents against her, including a somewhat suave but even more menacing Theo von Alten (Ferdinand von Alten), who attempts to woe the strong-headed beauty, Betty, away from her apparently kind and loving boyfriend.

       Her father is certain that The Boy is attempting to marry Betty simply to get her (and his) great wealth. But, in fact, the Bradin character disparages her money which seems to privilege her to make all the decisions, including a demand for an immediate marriage aboard the ship she has flown to.

      Betty, herself, moreover, is presented as a selfish, strong-willed woman—more interested in drinking and dresses than her future husband’s sense of independence.

       When The Boy finally visits her apartment in Paris, flowers in hand for forgiveness, he finds it filled with empty-minded partyers, a stern maid who obviously does not approve of him, and female dresser—both of whom, attired in black, are subtly identified by the director as lesbians, the first quietly allowing her fingers to remain longer than usual upon Betty’s shoulder and the second of whom quietly picks up her employer’s previous dress before she folds it up and in a quick shot kisses the gown, as if it were a kind of holy shroud. In 1928, attentive audiences knew what that meant: this was a den of perversions.

      Even more seriously, Betty’s father arrives in Paris to announce to her that he has lost his fortune and can no longer support her luxurious life. Betty takes up cooking, although she has not had any experience or gift for the culinary art. The old man’s sneaking out to a Paris bistro where he orders up a big steak and even larger dessert makes it clear that he is lying. He can still afford a life of high-living.

      Convinced she must acquire a job to support herself and her father, Betty goes to work as a kind of waitress-performer in a large restaurant, run by Maitre d’Hotel (Marcel Vibert) who quietly indicates that her job might include flirting with the male customers and, if willing, to follow them into their rooms as a kind of early version of a call-girl.



      The several floors of this extravagant dining establishment already show Hitchcock’s brilliant use of his camera, presenting the place as an elegant version of Dante’s Hell, with layer upon layer of heavily drinking and testosterone-driven men plying the women with whom they sit with, as the title suggests, Champagne.

      In another attempt at reconciliation, the boyfriend visits her, appalled by what he sees. To spite him she wildly dances, not the first time in this often-frenzied film.

     The Boy returns with Betty’s father, who is equally shocked by what he sees, and admits his lie, inviting her to return home and marry the man he now realizes loves her and not her money. But not before she is carried off and locked in her room by the Mysterious Man, only to be saved by her younger suitor.

      So, indeed, the film ends as a kind of comedy. Yet, I’d argue that the great director has this early in his career far more serious issues on his mind—a licentious world inhabited by young rich women such as Betty, and the ability of the males around them to manipulate and sexually abuse them. If Champagne is truly a romantic comedy, then Vertigo is not a psychological tragedy. Hitchcock knew always that human beings encompassed both the potential for deep love and dangerous behavior.

     Eve Kendall, in North by Northwest, was both a sexy siren, a kind of version of the original Eve who might easily lure the confused Roger Thornhill out of the protection of his office-building world, or a kirk-loving member of the Cumbria area in England—the original source of her last name.

     The Wikipedia Urban Dictionary quite precisely describes the word “Kendall” presumably long after Hitchcock’s film, as:

 

A beautiful girl with many friends. She is often crazy, but once you get to know her she is the most lovable people you will ever meet. Her funny attitude gives her countless friends. But don't be fooled by this witty personality, she can be the most romantic person ever. I seriously think I'm in love with this girl.

 

     That is exactly what Betty (a kind of Betty Boop of the day) is in this 1928 early Hitchcock film. But the dichotomy of the two is essential to nearly all of his movies—whether it is a loving wife who turns quite mad in The Wrong Man, a sexy dress-seller who is absolutely ready to take on any adventure she encounters in Rear Window, or even a beloved uncle Charlie who turns out to be a murderer of wealthy widows in Shadow of a Doubt. Even a nice-looking Norman Bates, seeking the love of an on-the-run secretary, might turn out to be a psychological-freak with murderous intentions. In Hitchcock’s films no one ever gets off free from our inner demons. We are never safe from ourselves.

 

Los Angeles, January 20, 2020

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2020).

Rhys Chapman | Wonderkid / 2016

was there ever any question?

By Douglas Messerli

 

Matt Diss (screenplay, based on a story by Rhys Chapman and Terence Corless), Rhys Chapman (director) Wonderkid / 2016 [31.21 minutes]

 

On this day when the news reports that the Las Vegas Raiders’ US football team’s defensive end player Carl Nassib is the first active National Football League to openly announce that he was gay, perhaps it would be perfect to talk about British director Rhys Chapman’s 2016 short film Wonderkid about a soccer prodigy suffering from his agent’s insistence that he remain closeted for a while longer, despite the fact that his teammates begin to suspect him of being queer.

      But I should just back up a moment to register what my friend John Weir expressed on Facebook after Nassib’s announcement. Surely, he wondered this cannot be the only active US football player to announce that he was gay, coming as it does so very many years after Stonewall and so many other sports players’ previous revelations?


      I felt similarly. So very many fictional films about gay sports figures have appeared over the years. And even more importantly there have been a number of important documentary films about gay, lesbian, and transgender sportspeople. In 1997 TV presented a film Breaking the Surface: The Greg Louganis Story about the life of the famed gay diver. The US dramatic film by Robert Towne on the life of track star Patrice Donnelly, Personal Best was a popular LGBTQ film in 1982. And in 2003 Thailand director Ekachai Uekrongtham’s Beautiful Boxer told the story of transexual Parinya Charoenphol Muay Thai fighter, actress, and model.

       Within the new century a substantial number of films spoke of the hidden lives of gay individuals who played sports, among them Walk Like a Man: A Real Life Drama About Blood, Sweat & Queers (2008) about the Australian gay rugby union; the US documentary Out to Win, directed by Malcolm Ingram, concentrating on such figures as Jahn Amaechi, Billy Bean, Jason Collins, Wade Davis, Brittney Griner, Billie Jean King, David Kopay, Conner Mertens, Martina Navratilova, and Michael Sam—all significant athletes; Battle of the Sexes (2017) documented the noted tennis match between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs, which occurred before King had publicly come out, but certainly hinted of her lesbianism in the film; and that same year John Carey and Adam Darke documented in Forbidden Games: The Justin Fashanu Story the experiences of the British gay soccer player;  Canadian director Paul-Émile d'Entremont’s 2019 film Standing on the Line concerned issues of homophobia in the world of sports, featuring speed skater Anastasia Bucsis, soccer player David Testo, and hockey player Brock McGillis. And there were others, as well several real-life events, such as the great 1976 Olympic decathlon winner Bruce Jenner coming out as the transgender Caitlyn Marie Jenner.

        Despite the obvious bravery of Nassib’s revelation, one wanted to ask, where were all the others, and what is holding them up from simply speaking out honestly? If they were all to speak out there might be no problem for anyone in the future. But by being quiet they had made Nassib’s announcement news.

      Given the story that Chapman’s Wonderkid presents, however, one perceives just how difficult coming out is, at least in the high-pressure world of the European soccer teams. From the very first frames of the movie, we sense that our young hero, Bradley McGuire (Chris Mason), has problems. Sitting in his locker room before a game he seems not only dour but unable to move until his friend and. as we soon discover agent, Johnny (Leeshon Alexander) appears to offer him a few words, speaks to another player—evidently about some previous grievance—and simply encourages his player with a hug. On the field our wonderkid is easily distracted by the shouts of the crowd, in particular one fan who first describes him as a “wanker,” and when McGuire slips, follows it up with shouts of “faggot.” In the next few minutes, the “wanker/faggot” scores, evidently winning the game for his team as he dances to the cheers of the entire stadium; but the boy is still angry, turning back to the fan and calling him out for his remarks in front the cameras, while we hear in the background the response of the newscaster worrying about the wonderkid’s “personal issues” that seem to get in the way of his great playing.


      Unfortunately, we don’t quickly get a full idea of what these “personal issues” might entail. We are offered only little glimpses of these problems, particularly since most of the time the wonderkid remains glumly silent. Back in his hotel room we witness a brief interchange with

Johnny in which he wonders whether or not he had been able to get his parents to attend the soccer match (the parents were once again absent) and his complete disinterest in joining the others for an after-game party. Back at training we again sense difficulties between him and the other players, especially the team captain who berates him for not having attended their party. His teammates tease him about the initiation he will have to undergo soon, since he has just been promoted in the league; but it is clear he wants no part of their “girls and drinking” suggestions. When they begin to scrimmage, McGuire trips the captain, who comes back at him anger, to which our boy challenges him as he leans forward: “Do you want to kiss me?”

      After, Johnny, slamming a locker room door shut, berates him for his on-field antics, ending with a sentence he quickly shifts away from speaking, his player demands he finish: ...”Say it, man it up, say it.” When Johnny spits out the words, “all right, you’re fucking bender” we finally catch on that the wonderkid’s central problem is that he is gay. Their shouts attract a pounding at the door, and they are terrified that someone might have overheard their conversation. And suddenly we begin to perceive why this kid can find no joy in the one thing he does so beautifully, kick the ball into the goal. He is not allowed to truly express himself in any other manner.

      In the next few scenes, we discover McGuire has yet other problems. As he refuses to answer knocks at the door, to pick up the telephone, to attend further training sessions, and lays out two sets of uniforms, perfectly packed, and carefully piled up precisely into near packets from which he keeps removing even the slightest of creases, we begin to perceive that he also suffers from OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). As much as he hates Johnny’s control over him, he still needs him to be there to reassure him, to calm him as he attempts, each time, to enter the world of public from which he innately feels alienated.


      Not only does he desire to be free, to find people with whom he might relate and become sexually involved, but is terrified of moving out of his safety zone. Together the two force him into being a kind of prisoner, of himself both as a compulsive being and a homosexual.

      Even more abuse piles up as messages on his phone: “If rumors are true, can see why he didn’t like that bloke calling him a faggot. I’d kill whichever cunt said I was a bender”; Who the fuck paid that amount to you? Let’s hand him over to ISIS immediately”; “My mate said someone slagged off his family. Something about his mum or something? Wish he’d nutted the cunt”; “Will everybody buy that I’m sick for a week or two?”; “See Judas is up to his old tricks.” etc.

       He finally answers a call from a gay dating connection, sets out two pair of clothes, dresses, and stands waiting at the designated spot. But the minute he meets his date, Olly (David McGranaghan) a gang of four passersby recognize him and point at him going into a gay bar, and he no choice but to bolt.

      He jumps into cab only to be recognized by the driver, who drives him for nothing back to the hotel. Finally, at their next meeting Johnny agrees that they will be able to tell the public soon, “but not yet.” And then, he half jokes, “gay magazines, gay porn,” as to suggest he’ll financially abuse his as a gay as much as he has as a closeted one. “But you have trust me on this, you have to wait,” he repeats. Waiting at the kid’s age is like suggesting he postpone his sexual activity until middle age.


      With McGuire left alone at the bar, the bartender finally makes his move, lightly touching the boy’s fingers as he goes to pay the bill. He joins him in his room and, even though he knows who the hotel guest is, he calmly shares a night with what presumably is glorious sex with the footballer. Trouble is that Johnny has observed them entering the wonderkid’s room. And when the time comes the next morning for him to pick up McGuire and escort him and his dozens of fears to the stadium, he does not show up. A woman driver shows up in his stead, and we fear that our hero will simply be unable to get it together to play the game.

      He arrives in the locker but the taunting continues, the captain asking has he yet selected a song for his initiation: “Dancing Queen?” “Be Yourself,” Pet Shop Boys, George Michael—all gay or with gay insinuations. McGuire unpacks his kit, and indeed does have a shirt within saying “Be Yourself” with the LGBTQ rainbow flag printed over the words. You almost wonder if he might wear it under his soccer uniform as a talisman or, just perhaps, wear as his jersey to out himself to the general public.


      Suited up, they prepare their march to the field, the wonderkid closing his eyes to steel himself for what is ahead. Suddenly he feels a hand grasping his, and when he looks across and down he sees a young girl, an escort to take him to the game in he which apparently plays phenomenally well. All we hear is the newscaster shout, “Ahhhh what a player, what a man! Was there ever any question,” as if answering Stein’s last words upon her deathbed.

      Hopefully it represents the beginning of a new life for the kid.

      Several major donors, Ian McKellen and the Kevin Spacey Foundation, helped this film to come into being.

 

Los Angeles, June 22, 2021

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog and World Cinema Review (June 2021).

John Butler | Handsome Devil / 2016

different, but the same

by Douglas Messerli

 

John Butler (screenwriter and director) Handsome Devil / 2016

 

John Butler’s 2016 film, Handsome Devil, immediately reminds one of a great many other coming-of-age and gay coming-out films. In its focus on a young unhappy schoolboy, Ned (Fionn O’Shea), who attempts to drown out his misery in song, Butler’s film reminds one a bit of John Carney’s Sing Street. Except in Carney’s film, the young hero is taken out of a posh boarding school and forced to attend an inner-city Dublin Christian Brothers’ school, and although that young man was most unhappy with his classmates, he wasn’t bullied because of being gay. Ned would surely love to be taken out of his rugby-obsessed boarding school and attempts to convince his wealthy parents to let him drop out of school altogether, although he appears to be a fairly competent student.


      In Ned’s sense of imprisonment, particularly when forced to room with a new student, Conor (Nicholas Galitzine), the “handsome devil” of the title who is also a rugby star, the film also calls up Simon Shore’s teen gay love film, Get Real.  Like the hero of that film, Ned also gradually becomes a friend of the jock, particularly when, as in Get Real, Ned discovers that Conor is also gay. But even though the two are roommates, these 16-year-olds do not have sex. Moreover, unlike the totally self-loathing sprinter, John Dixon, Conor is fairly comfortable with his own sexuality—if only everybody else weren’t so terrified of that possibility, particularly his teammates, specifically the always taunting Weasel (Ruairi O’Connor) and, even worse, the single-minded rugby coach (Moe Dunford), both determined to win games at all costs.

      In a single night, after celebrating another rugby win, Conor discovers that the school’s new, and increasingly popular English teacher (Andrew Scott) is gay, after he runs into him in a nearby village gay bar, and Ned discovers that his roommate is gay when he accidentally observes him entering that same bar.

      Ned stupidly confesses to the school administrator—however, not about his own sexuality but about Conor’s being gay. When in horror, Conor bolts, (he’s already been kicked out of another school for fighting those who taunted him) threatening the rugby heart of Wood Hall.

     Ashamed for his behavior, which may also actually result in his expulsion, Ned determines where Conor has gone and brings him back, thus allowing the team to win the game, and a way to show all his fellow classmates and staff that you can be a great team-player and gay at the same time.

       We know this kind of bullying still exists, but there is something, nonetheless, retarder about the way this film resolves the problem, particularly in its preachment of the obvious clichés to its inevitable gay-based audience.    

      Moreover, although Scott appears in this film to be a far better English teacher than was Robin Williams’ character in Peter Wier’s Dead Poets Society—a nearly insufferable over-zealous, do-gooder English teacher—there is some of the same piousness in this new film that we encounter over and over again in the media: “things do get better,” “If you don’t be yourselves, who will be?,” etc.

     Handsome Devil is a lovely, feel-good film, but my only wish is that it was simply more honest. There will always be people in this world who detest other people for loving someone of the same sex or hating those who are unsure of their own sexual identity. That hasn’t changed over time, despite all the major shifts in society. In some ways, in fact, it’s gotten worse: the haters encouraged by politicians like Trump and Pence to keep gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and transgender individuals out of schools, jobs, and housing. And winning a rugby game will never be enough to win the hearts of those who so hate. We can only hope that one day, people will come to recognize that those who are different are also the same.

 

Los Angeles, October 29, 2017

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2017).

 

Douglas Messerli | Soccer and Gay Sex / 2025

soccer and gay sex

by Douglas Messerli

 

All sports, with their general disapproval of gay behavior—given that terrible fear of locker boys and men that some other male may actually find them attractive (a fear I never quite comprehended; mightn’t they be just little pleased and aroused, but of course, that is an even worse terror)—have often been the subjects of gay filmmaking. But soccer, in particular, given the general beauty of the ball-kicking boys has been a particular focus of short-film gay stories.


    In this gathering I chose only two of the dozens of such films I have encountered throughout the years, Irish director John Butler’s 2016 film Handsome Devil and, from the same year, British director Rhys Chapman’s Wonderkid.

     Some things have changed in the world of athletics, long a place where men and women intensely needed to hide their gay identity. Tom Daley, the great Olympic champion swimmer, proudly knits, has a male husband, children, and has become quite popular in the media. Diver Greg Louganis has even become a kind of symbol for the gay athletic community. Gay sites are filled with pictures of soccer and rugby players whose pants have been pulled down and off, cocks displayed in public. I’ve even written about how the captain of my Marion, Iowa high school football team probably was a gay boy. But still, it remains a dark and mostly forbidden territory.

     Since 2016, Galitzine, who stars in Handsome Devil and was himself a rugby and football player as a young man, identifies as being heterosexual, but has become a sort of gay heartthrob, performing in The Craft: Legacy, Red, White & Blue Royal, and Mary and George, in which he played bisexual or gay figures.

     In the second essay, I created a very small account of gay and lesbian history in sports. But the subject should be explored on a much larger context. I may go there some day.


Los Angeles, April 9, 2025

Reprinted from My Gay Cinema blog (April 2025)

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