Sunday, July 19, 2026

Brendon McDonall | The Dam / 2016

living the never

by Douglas Messerli

 

Brendon McDonall (screenwriter and director) The Dam / 2016 [16 minutes]

 

Australian director Brendon McDonall’s short film, The Dam, is an elegy to the lost love of now two elderly men, Jack (Chris Haywood) and John (Martin Vaughan) who as young men helped to build a dam in Australia, swam in its waters, and clearly fell in love.


     For 10 years John, who has remained in Australia, has not even seen Jack, and before that time, as he later makes quite clear, Jack has left him “in the lurch” again and again for 50 years. John, come now from Cape Town, South Africa, cannot even fully explain his inability to maintain a relationship, describing it merely as being “unsure of his feelings.”

     John is dying of lung cancer with about a year to live, and Jack who has heard of his condition from a relative Pippa—sister, ex-wife, or daughter—we do not know, of his condition, and has returned to “help” him out of blue, shocking John who doesn’t at all know what to make of the situation.


     He does offer the “stranger” a bed and scrubs up the best he can, but the years, all those years when apparently he still loved the man of his youth, have slightly embittered him.

     Jack is still in fairly good health. We see him swimming in the damn waters in the first scene, robust, as he recalls one of their earlier loving encounters.

     And the next morning he is eager to take his friend, now on a respirator, back to the dam for a look. But once there, John becomes angry, stating quite bolding “I don’t want to be here,” blaming his friend for all his betrayals, even though we don’t quite know what they consisted of.

     What do you want, why are you here? are his major questions, Jack simply answering again, I want to help. He says he will stay another day, fix him breakfast. We have all the time in the world.

      It’s clear he’s returned to stay, but he has missed out of their life altogether. They clearly do not have a long time at this point in their lives. He has missed out simply because, apparently, of his unsurety about their gay relationship.


      This film quietly depicts what has happened in so many men’s lives of their generation; fear, doubt, the inability to except their sexuality deprives them of a full life. Who, except for Edith Wharton and Henry James could even imagine such resistance to a relationship if he had been a straight man attracted to a woman?  At this point, John is not even bitter, disappointed surely, unsure of what possible relationship they can now offer one another, and more than anything saddened by what might have been when the young Jack (Felix Haywood) and the young John (Blake Bowden) were beautiful boys in love with one another and their lives.

      What might their lives have been like? How very different their lives might have been if they were together for all those 50 years. I speak from experience: as difficult as any gay relationship might be, living together with someone else, as I have for now 56 years, provides a sense of deep joy and peace even as we both see one another aging. Does the phrase “better late than never” even mean anything to those who have already lived the never?

 

Los Angeles, July 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (July 2026).

Luchino Visconti | La caduta degli dei (Die Verdammten) (The Damned) / 1969

a world where anything is possible

by Douglas Messerli

 

Luchino Visconti, Enrico Medioli, and Nicola Badalucco (screenplay), Luchino Visconti (director) La  caduta degli dei (Die Verdammten) (The Damned) / 1969

 

It may be tempting to read Luchino Visconti’s important 1969 film The Damned as an historical take on the German, Essen-based Krupp family and their collaboration with the Nazi’s, and, to a certain extent, one can track the fall of that family—from the historical events of the burning of the Reichstag, through the rise of the German SA, The Night of the Long Knives in which may young gay soldiers were murdered by the SS, and other nightmarish Third Reich events—but in the end, these and other situations are presented from such an operatic perspective in Visconti’s film that their veracity must be called into question. Visconti has always been a master of melodrama, often working with large, operatic gestures (his Senso, in fact begins with an opera), and The Damned, with its numerous early singspiels and cabaret performances (particularly the memorable drag number of actor Helmut Berger [as Martin Essenbeck] impersonating Marlene Dietrich) are often outrageously theatrical. Seen through the lens of realism, in fact, The Damned might seem quite laughable, but as a slightly camp family drama set against the truly ludicrous world of war time Germany, where, as both the Nazi SS cousin of the Essenbeck and Sophie Essenbeck declare “anything can happen,” the work ultimately succeeds in making us realize that, in the most terrifying way, “everything goes.”  


      As the family of steel industrialist Baron Joachim Von Essenbeck gathers to celebrate his birthday, the Reichstag is set on fire, an event to which various members of the family react differently: Herbert Thalmann, the firm’s vice president, a virulent anti-Nazi, sees it as a ploy to destroy any of Hitler’s opponents, particularly those of the left. Others, such as the Nazi Ashenbach (Helmut Griem), perceive it as a signal that the left must be crushed. The Baron, although detesting Hitler, argues that in order to save the firm he must make closer ties with the Nazis, passing the company on to the control of the totally unscrupulous SA officer Konstantin. Meanwhile Friedrich Bruckmann, the company foreman (Dirk Bogarde) has fallen in love with Sophie Von Essenbeck (Ingrid Thulin), the widow of the Baron’s only son, who died in World War I. In a pact with Sophie to himself gain control of the company, he kills the Baron, blaming the murder on Herbert, who escapes the Gestapo forces responding to the family’s calls.


     In that very first scene we also encounter Sophie’s beloved son, Martin, as he performs the Dietrich piece in drag, and the serious cello playing Günter (Renaud Verley), Konstantin’s university-educated son. All of them, except perhaps Herbert, are born killers, each agreeing to manipulate and torture one another in order to gain power and allow their personal perversions.


      For Sophie, perversions include her passion for Bruckmann and her oedipal love for Martin—and like her father, desperately desiring power itself. Although we might suspect Martin as having a gay relationship, in fact, his tawdry affair is with a kind of model (she describes her job as posing), and, more horribly, he has pedophile obsessions for the Thalmann’s young daughter and an even younger Jewish girl who lives in the apartment next to his girlfriend. His relationship with the child ends in her suicide by hanging.

     Thalmann, perhaps the only truly moral figure of the film, escapes, his wife Elizabeth and her two children are left behind, as she tries to get permission to leave the country. Sophie finally relents, allowing her to leave, after a dramatic aria-like speech which demonstrates her delusional vision:

 

                   Don’t fool yourself, however, Elizabeth. Don’t dream of coming back

                   one day to find a Germany which was so dear to your heart. It’s finished,

                   that Germany, forever. There will be no other Germany but this one,

                   and you will not be able to escape it, for it will spread before you

                   know it all over Europe and everywhere!

 

Although Sophie pretends to arrange for Elizabeth’s escape, the latter is stopped mid-voyage and she and her children sent to Dachau concentration camp, where Elizabeth is killed.

     Sophie’s lover, Bruckmann, meanwhile, is manipulated by her and the SS officer Aschenbach to murder Konstantin and take over the company. In a long and languorously, filmed scene, Visconti plays out a day of the young SA boys near a lovely lake as they frolic, first in canoes and boats, swimming like healthy young scouts, activities which gradually, as the beer and German dancing is served up, turn darker and darker, until finally the seeming “good day in the sun” degenerates into a drunkenly lazy homosexual orgy, the boys singing and performing in drag before bedding down with each other and their elderly charges. While some critics such as The New York Times reviewer Vincent Canby have complained of the disproportionate length of this series of events, I would argue that it is central as a mythological explanation of the whole fall and decline of the German empire which Visconti is attempting to encapsulate. The horrible massacre of the Sturmabteilung (SA) Brownshirts in a gangster-style murder ends in dozens of bloody bodies of the young men by the Schutzstaffel (the SS, German defense corps) with whom Bruckmann has joined in order to destroy Konstantin, is emblematic of the notion expressed in the early scenes, that in Germany “anything is possible.” Perhaps never before or since, have more beautiful virile male bodies been sprawled as corpses across the screen!*


       Of all the destroyers in this work, only Bruckmann—a family outsider—has any conscience about his acts:

 

                   I accepted a ruthless logic, and I can never get away from it!

 

      Somewhat like Pasolini’s horrific meditation on Italian Fascism, Salo, or the 120 Days of Sodom, Visconti’s film functions in terms of circles, moving vertically closer and closer to the family’s final hell. After dismissing Bruckmann as a weak Nazi supporter, Aschenbach makes a bargain with Martin to give him control of the industrial giant. But when Martin confronts Sophie, he cannot overcome her sexual domination of him, and in retaliation he rapes his own mother, which results in her becoming psychologically unhinged, remaining an almost catatonic being for the rest of her brief life.

      Defeated by his wife’s death and his daughter’s incarceration, Herbert Thalmann now returns home to turn himself over the Gestapo in order save his two children. At the ruthless tableside, over which Visconti’s camera has time and again panned across the faces of these brutal beasts, Günther—previously the quiet and introspective one—suddenly spits out his hatred of the whole bunch, a hate so overwhelming that Aschenbach immediately takes him under his wing as an ally to destroy the last remnants of the Von Essenbeck estate.


     Now a member of the SS, Martin sadistically gathers together a group of fellow deviants to celebrate Friedrich Bruckmann’s marriage to his mother. Finally, becoming a Von Essenbeck, Bruckmann with Sophie retires to their room where her son has handed them poison so that they might commit suicide. The final image of the film is a gruesome picture of the two, dead upon their wedding couch. Only the most sexually twisted and hateful of the family members remain, beings so totally perverted that they have lost all control. The State can take over the once proud family-controlled plants.

      Thalmann previously expressed to Günther what has become obvious: the family is not simply a symbol of Germany, but is Germany itself:

 

                      It’s all over, Günther. It was everyone’s fault, even mine. It does

                      no good to raise one’s voice when it’s too late, not even to save

                      your soul. The fear of a proletariat revolution, which would’ve

                      thrown the entire country to the left…was too great, and now we

                      can’t defend it any longer! Nazism, Günther, is our creation. It

                      was born in our factories, nourished with our money!

 

A world where anything is possible is an impossible place, an unendurable hell.

 

*In actuality, the attack of the SS and Gestapo upon SA brownshirts was a far more complex issue, arising from the increasing power of Hitler’s early supporters, basically street thugs and unemployed individuals who were willing to help him to his rise. As Hitler became more and more ensconced in German political systems, however, the SA supporters, challenging both the traditional German Reichswehr, the German military, and the SS, the rising “Protection Squad,” on which Hitler had increasingly become dependent for support. Along with the Gestapo, these forces increasingly pushed Hitler to do something about the unruly and growing force, headed by the homosexual and quite rebellious Ernst Röhm. As Hitler grew in power, more and more of his conservative allies—including his ally Mussolini—railed against the moral behavior of Röhm and his soldiers.

      Finally, on the morning of June 30, 1934 Hitler and his associates flew to Munich the night after another Brownshirt gathering in the streets. Employing SS soldiers and others, Hitler attacked Hotel Bad Wiessee, where Röhm and numerous of his followers were spending the night. There they found SA leader Edmund Heines in bed with an eighteen-year-old SA senior troop leader, shooting them both on the spot. Röhm was arrested, and later killed. But the raids of the SA followers also allowed Hitler and others to destroy a great many of their critics and others for whom they no longer had any need. In short, “The Night of the Long Knives” was not confined to a single event or even a single enemy but included a large slaughter of seemingly dispensable supporters and former critics.

 

Los Angeles, April 22, 2015

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (April 2015).


Monika Mitchell | John Apple Jack / 2013

shallow talk

by Douglas Messerli

 

Rick Tae, Monika Mitchell and Corey Tong (screenplay), Monika Mitchell (director) John Apple Jack / 2013

 

Monika Mitchell’s Canadian feature, John Apple Jack is the kind rom-com that Hollywood has been putting out for decades, at least as far back as the Doris Day/Rock Hudson comedies—except for the fact that in this case it stars two gay men, turning it more into a kind of Tony Randall/Rock Hudson movie that Down with Love pretended to be.


      I suspect the Day/Hudson association is why the standard tag to the film reads: “A playboy learns to love, while a virgin learns to live.” Although there is no reason to describe the rich boy of a restaurant owner John Jardine (Chris McNally), who camps out in his father’s high rise offices where he is regularly sucked off under his desk by a young Asian man, Marco Chow (Alvin Tran), can hardly be described as a “playboy.” And the Asian chef, working at Jardine’s, Jack Gaang (Kent S. Leung), who has loved John since they were children, does not at all seem to me to be a virgin.

     Jack is primarily confused. Believing he has fathered a child with Vivienne Jardine (McKenzi Scott), with whom he has been living with her for several years, and now they intend to marry. After all, her father might even help him get out of the kitchen and establish his own Western-Eastern fusion restaurant. He is ambitious and evidently is willing to remain in the closet for the rest of his just for his career.

     Suddenly the callous John realizes that not only is his boyhood love working as a chef in his own restaurant kitchen, but is going to marry his sister.


      If you find all of this a bit unbelievable I don’t blame you. I don’t think that most restaurateurs have high-rise executive offices and provide their sons with expensive apartments, but it’s even more difficult to imagine that the glib would-be gay playboy would know absolutely nothing about his own father’s staff (Jack has been working at the restaurant, John is told, for 8 years) and has been living with his sister. But then, the Jardine’s are a family out of hell, the mother Monique being about as empty-headed and confused as anyone can imagine, the sister perfectly happy to marry a gay man, and the son a heartless gay rich boy. Only the father, Renard (Drummond Mcdougall) appears to have any intelligence and talents. At least he seems to be able to make money.

     John is so unaware of the world around him that he doesn’t even realize that not is his family all aware of his being a gay man, but the restaurant staff, many of whom he has slept with, and all the restaurant’s customers know.

     Of course, the minute he again encounters Jack, he suddenly realizes that he is still in love. Now all he has to do is convince him that he is not going to treat him only a one-night stand.

      When Vivienne realizes that her future husband has again slept with her brother, she moves out with her son, making it clear that they were both drunk the night of little Oli’s conception, and he was probably not even the father.

     The movie should have broken down right here. Vivienne has lied, John is a selfish “playboy,” the mother is a loon. Jack needs to move on.

    But then, the writer’s surely realized, they wouldn’t have a feature movie. More than a little bit incredible, Jardine senior decides that his daughter should have her revenge on her Jack and John simultaneously; he’s already fired Jack, locked him out of his apartment, and forced him onto the streets!

     Vivienne returns to Jack, now insisting on the marriage immediately. Wedding planners are called, the ceremony is booked, and Jack is again hopeful that Vivienne’s father might bankroll his new endeavor.


     By this time any intelligent viewer has become fed up with all the film’s characters. But John is suddenly transformed, redeeming himself after, he claims, having learned his lesson. He is, so he now insists, truly in love with Jack, outrunning Marco and others who have been hired to prevent him to stop the ridiculous wedding.

        Even her young son, Oli, wonders why his mother is marrying Jack, although why he believes his uncle should marry Jack instead is beyond explanation, particularly since he hasn’t seen his uncle for ages and Jack has served for the past few years as his father.

        Inevitably John arrives in the nick of time, screams out his love for Jack, and Vivienne gladly gives him up. The two marry and quickly establish John Apple Jack’s, Jack’s fusion eatery. The apple, incidentally, derives from the fact that early on Jack, furious with John’s selfish behavior, tosses an apple at him that creates a large bruise on his forward that he sports for most of the rest of the movie.

        We’re supposed to believe, I presume, that the two men now live happily ever after, but given John’s narcissism and Jack’s focus on his career, I wouldn’t place in any bets on their future anymore that could ever believe that Hudson and Day might actually share a bed.

 

Los Angeles, July 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (July 2026).

 

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