learning how to love a seemingly unlovable family
by
Douglas Messerli
Andrew
Hull (screenwriter and director) That Thing We Do / 2003 [16
minutes]
Canadian
director Andrew Hull’s unusual coming out tale is as good as they come, but even
I have to admit, at moments, in its quick shift of time frames is also a bit
confusing. Kevin (Drew Roby) returns home to the woods and cottage in Alberta,
Canada a couple of times in this film, the first after he leaves his boyfriend
who has no interest in joining him.
He appears to arrive by canoe.
On this first visit, moreover, Cody shows
up, who the women all agree, is a hot young man, whom the heavier set sister
introduces again to everyone, the young man just checking out who might wish to
go skiing the next day. But we quickly discover that, in fact, Kevin not only
knows Cody, but was an old sexual flame, which soon after begins to heat up
with a kissing session; but in the midst of their intense kisses, Kevin backs
off—obviously because of his relationship with Antoine (Salvatore Antonio)—Cody
unable to understand the sudden lack of passion and angry at the confusing rejection
of his past love.
On his second visit, however, things have
quite radically changed. If Antonine seemed simply disinterested in the visit
the first time, he now, having established a quite successful landscaping
business with his boyfriend, refuses to join him because Kevin has not yet come
out to his father, something he insists upon before he will return back to the
Canadian countryside with him. Things have also changed back home, where he now
has a young cousin, Adam (Liam Robinson), who will hardly leave him alone for
even a moment. Arriving in his landscaping SUV truck, everyone in this
backcountry world is impressed, the young boy in particular.
But it soon becomes apparent that the
precocious boy is desperate for an older brother, even explaining the fun time
he sometimes has with his young friend back at home. Yet, without suggesting
that he is a gay boy-in-the-making, it is so clear that he not only desires but
needs Kevin’s company that it is almost painful to watch him attempting to
convey his love and admiration. At one point he comes and lays his head against
Kevin’s back, a flower dropped on Kevin’s torso, unnecessary interruptions when
Kevin is simply trying to recommunicate with his closest sister Susan (Leanna Barnes),
and many other intrusions that it is resulted in tears for me, the realization
that this young boy is trying finally to have a semi-adult conversation with
his beautiful older cousin who is having his own problems simply facing up to
his family. Kevin too might have found solace in an older male just to talk to
while he was growing up, instead of a local boy lover.
Finally, Adam begs him to please join him
in “doing that thing we do,” which Kevin, at first, cannot quite comprehend; is
he asking him to swim with him again, take him on his canoe? Finally, suddenly
Adam makes their shared secret apparent. In the deep woods, Kevin has shown him
major dance moves, not the kind of intimate dancing, his mother insists upon,
but all sorts of other dancing that clearly Kevin participates in with his
lover and others in the clubs.
Later, Kevin finally insists that his
father, a bit confused by his insistence, join him in the truck for a drive. We
know what’s finally going to be said, and the movie doesn’t go them. But his
young cousin has made him realize that he must try to explain to his father his
own needs and existence just as Adam has made so clear to him.
This is a perfectly refreshing, clear-headed film that works, however,
by coming at the characters and its audiences from the sides, forcing issues
they might never have imagined from other sources than they might have
expected.
Let me just admit that I loved this
gentle film; but then there were so many excellent gay films in the first
decades of the 21st century which I wish many of today’s films might have
learned from. And Canadian filmmaking has been such a rich treasure hidden evidently
from it’s nearest neighbor, the US. It’s frustrating still today just how many
of the great Canadian director’s John Greyson’s films are unavailable to US
audiences with extraordinarily high rental fees. The director of this excellent
film, Andrew Hull, unfortunately, died of a head injury after a fall from his bicycle
in 2010 at age 47.
Los
Angeles, August 14, 2026
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog (August 2026).




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