the lifeguard
by Douglas Messerli
Stéphane Giusti
(screenwriter and director) L'Homme que j'aime (The Man I
Love) / 1997, released as a film in 2001
Despite some of the
groundbreaking TV fare of the 1980s on AIDS—the British television film on a
simultaneous son and father outing in The Language of Cranes (1991)
and the exploration of various viewpoints of LGBTQ sex on the Canadian TV
program gathered by Nik Sheehan in Symposium: The Ladder of Love (1996)—it
is utterly unimaginable that any English-language TV broadcasting company of
the day might have produced the French TV comedy-drama L'Homme que
j'aime (The Man I Love) (1997), directed
by Stéphane Giusti.
Unlike most public entertainment and news services which cautiously dip their
toes in a narrow and focused aspect of life when it comes to anything even
faintly concerning LGBTQ issues, this film fully dives in with its embracement
of the subject of AIDS at a time when the medical community was pretending that
all had been resolved, as well as telling a coming out story—one of the first
of what I have describe as the B variant that rose to prominence the following
year--along with various other aspects of gay life including, surprisingly,
even the seldom-explored territory of hearing-and speaking-impaired gay
individuals who are further closeted and segregated within an already outsider
community. It even takes us inside a mixed gay bar, introducing us to several
gay obsessions, including a drag artist who sings by signing.
Even if a US writer had been nervy and crazy enough to have written such
a script and by a strange quirk of fate had found a producer willing to
undertake the project, and the TV executives had inexplicably been convinced
that such a work were worthy of public attention, US audiences would surely
have been so severely puzzled and, having suffered thoroughly over the moral
implications of the work, that their shrieks of outrage would still be ringing
in our ears.
I have no idea how this work was received in France, but nearly all the
characters in this cinematic narrative appear to accept the sexuality and the
behavior of its central gay and questioning heterosexual couple that it appears
to be hardly worth talking about. Although France did not permit same-sex
marriage until 2013 (the same year that it became possible for gay and lesbians
to marry in the US and Britain), and even then allowed such marriages only to
be celebrated as civil ceremonies, Lucas and his eventually-convinced lover
Martin (Marcial Di Fonzo Bo) are married in a church by a priest sixteen years
earlier. Perhaps we should simply describe this work as a kind of cultural
fantasy, which evidently the French public felt ready to embrace as opposed to
the reality.
In
fact, one might describe the work, although it is not at all framed within such
a narrative structure, as a dream of a dying man.
Lucas has just been hired as a pool monitor of an Olympic-sized indoor
pool, and even as he dresses for the job, irritates the resident swimming
teacher/lifesaver, the hunky, good-looking Martin by endlessly whistling a
version of the song of the calvary of the Republic Guard. Immediately upon
being introduced to one another by the pool’s owner, Martin begins a series of
stunningly perfect high dives, Lucas reporting they will close in fifteen
minutes, with Martin reacting by insisting the new pool monitor will simply
have to wait until he finishes his weekly dive
practice.
Angry over the surly lifeguard’s sense of privilege, Lucas insists he will not
wait another hour, dumping Martin’s street clothes into the pool. Outraged over
the act, Martin is now also without clothes to even get home. The new man quickly
attempts to resolve the situation, however, by offering him one of his own
shirts and a pair of pants which he insists he’s outgrown and should fit Martin
perfectly.
Even more unexpectedly, Lucas follows Martin home—again to the total irritation
of the lifeguard—attempting to make friends with him. If nothing else, we
realize that Martin apparently has no sense of humor and is uncomfortable with speaking,
while Lucas appears to be somewhat insanely intrusive. If, as Lucas proclaims,
he has taken a liking to Martin and sees him as the perfect boyfriend, he has
clearly chosen the wrong person, so it appears, for Martin appears to be a
sulky hermit.
Before Martin can even get rid of the unwanted intruder, the lifeguard’s
girlfriend enters, delighted with Lucas’ appearance since she has never before
met one of Martin's fellow workers—it is she who apparently works with deaf
children—and going so far as to invite him to join them for a restaurant dinner
they have planned, even though Martin reminds her that he has made the
reservation for only two.
So begins the series of Lucas’ direct assaults on the man of his dreams,
showing up again and again in his nemesis’ life so often that finally he begins
to wear down Martin’s well-studied resistance.
Unfortunately, Giusti, having written a truly witty script for Lucas, has
not fully developed the obviously sexually and somewhat bitter young beauty
Martin. And we have no real evidence of what might be the long-fought doubts
about his own sexuality. We have merely hints, and the recognition that in his
relationship with Lise (Mathilde Seigner) she is clearly the more dominant and
assured, and that perhaps she has manipulated him into their current living
situation.
The
only other thing we discover that helps to explain matters is that Martin's
father is doctor, in fact, Lucas’ doctor, who has had little time throughout
his life for his son. And accordingly, in seeking a replacement for a father,
perhaps Martin has sought out relationships in which the other is in control.
If nothing else, Lucas, released by
any of the conventions of ordinary behavior by his recognition that he is near
death, and given his seemingly long experience with relationships and his need
for one last lover before he dies, quickly comes to control Martin’s life.
Manipulating him through Martin's own alterations of pure adoration and outrage
over his friend’s growing interest in him, particularly when he discovers
through his father about Lucas’ medical condition, the clever Lucas, now
noticing the increasing interest and fascination that Martin has gradually
developed about him, is able to even predict when his "prey" will
finally spend the first night in bed with him, even though neither can imagine
themselves having sex.
Understandably, the situation between Lise and Martin decays as, in his attempt
to figure out what his growing feelings for Martin are all about, the
lifeguard's silences grow longer and longer. He goes missing for long periods
of time, voyeuristically observing Lucas just as Lucas had previously almost
stalked him. He takes two-hour baths, and you can immediately see in Lise’s
face that their sex life is no longer fulfilling.
Accordingly, the film—although
gloriously rich in its visual images during this “silent” part of the
work—suffers for its descent into Martin's long silent funks, which would be
disastrous were it not for Jacques Bouquin’s visually striking cinematography
and composer Lazare Boghossian’s music. The visual elements alone help to tell
the story. In the first photograph above we witness the sense of extreme danger
Martin is feeling through the image of the beautifully lit and decorated bridge
upon which he wanders dangerously close to the edge. And in the second photo,
shortly after one of his long baths, we observe the double being that Martin
has become, now torn between the internalized imagine of himself along with the
so-called “other” person he presents to Lise. As in so many LGBTQ films, we are
forced to reckon with the doubling of reality that homosexual men and women
feel in presenting themselves to society in one way and
Lucas attempts to send Martin away as his condition worsens, and succeeds for a day in which he goes missing, Lise finally tracking him down when Martin returns to her in despair for his being unable to locate his lover in a hospital bed in which he sought him. Lucas, like a constantly resurrected Phoenix, has in fact pulled off his intravenous drip connections, telling the nurse that he is checking out for a better hotel.
Now looking after his dying lover, Martin—having become a true “life-guard”—is told the story of Lucas’ lover with whom he contracted AIDS, and for whom he also served as nurse. In those scenes the ex-lover himself appears to help tell the tale, which leads us to believe that just possibly the other half of the seemingly realist tale with which he have been engaged might also have been a kind of fantasy, a magical wish-fulfillment of dying queer.
At this point it hardly matters whether we believe in what is
happening before our eyes. The dream has become real, just as the real must
again return to the dream as, after saying his final goodbyes and demanding a
gentle stroke of his check by Martin, Lucas himself goes diving off the high
board of the pool into the waters below--apparently to drown.
In the last scene, the normally serious and sour-faced Martin is
seen recklessly driving a bicycle down the middle of a city street whistling
Lucas’ calvary song of the Republican Guard. Martin has been transformed into the
joyful believer in life that Lucas was.
We must forever be appreciative of such wildly whimsical presentations of LGBTQ
life. For if the French indeed could accept this TV movie as fantasy,
presumably some day they and others might be able to invoke such a tale as
truth. Even in their deaths, gay men can be saved through love.
Los Angeles, February 5,
2022
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (February 2022).







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