Friday, June 14, 2024

Douglas Messerli | The Valentino Phenomenon [essay]

the valentino phenomenon

by Douglas Messerli

 

None of Rudolph Valentino’s films that I’ve seen are truly gay or even LGBTQ oriented with the exception of Camille (1921), which has a brief lesbian scene. Yet his films appear, time and again, on lists of gay cinema, most notably the Mubi-oriented list compiled by Matthew Floyd, “Homosexuality in Pre-Stonewall Cinema.” They also appear on MundoF’s Letterboxd list of “In the Closet: A List of Minor Interest LGBTQ+ Films” and others. But interestingly, Vito Russo in The Celluloid Closet mentions Valentino only in passing, and he is referred to even less by Richard Barrios in Screened Out: Playing Gay in Hollywood from Edison to Stonewall. Russo talks more about the 1977 film Valentino directed by Ken Russell than the actor himself.

      Russell’s film was a response, in part, to the rumors, mostly false, surrounding Valentino’s own sexuality. In the first place, Valentino seldom appealed to heterosexual men, many of whom apparently walked out of his movies disgusted with the sight a carefully coiffed male costumed impeccably often in outfits in which no American man would be seen. He was most definitely not Douglas Fairbanks, the masculine man who leaped across US screens. Journalists mocked his perfectly greased-back hair describing him as “Vaselino,” and many reported on his macaronic clothing, his treatment of women on film, and what was perceived of as his effeminate manners.          


      In fact, Valentino was discovered and marketed as a different kind of lover by screenwriter June Mathis, who had toured with the famous female impersonator Julian Eltinge before becoming a writer. As head of Metro Pictures story department, she had enormous authority, and it was she who not only cast Valentino in the role of Julio Desnoyers in The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but coached him on the sidelines. One might argue that working with Eltinge had taught her a great deal about turning a man into a woman and perhaps a somewhat effeminate dancer into a strapping lothario.

      Director Rex Ingram (a macho substitution for his real name Reginald Hitchcock) did not at all like the thin young neophyte, and it was only Mathis’ presence that kept the movie flowing. As Daniel Eagan has written, “...the plot to Four Horsemen is a ramshackle, unholy mess, with war, rape, adultery, cross-dressing, tangos, fire-breathing dragons and Death as the Grim Reaper, tinted green and seated atop a horse. Even Christ, disguised as a ‘stranger’ in a third floor garret, puts in an appearance.”


      But fortunately, he realized along with Mathias that Valentino needed to be their major focus. A tango was added, the notorious dance Valentino performed with Mexican-American actor Beatrice Dominguez, he dressed in Argentinean gaucho pants—both the dance and pants becoming a quick-lived fad. And both Mathis and the director worked to make Valentino the most masculine presence in the room during each of his film appearances, giving him, as Eagan notes, a gay friend and putting spectacles on his rival German cousins. They kept him away from actor Wallace Beery.

     In short, they constructed what was perhaps the first real male Hollywood heartthrob, a pretty boy the likes of dozens of later such actors as Ramon Navarro, Cary Grant, Rock Hudson, Tab Hunter, and Alain Delon, all of whom, with the exception of Delon perhaps, were gay. And all of whom were also irresistible to women, perhaps because they did not look like most straight men. Did women also have a “queer” eye on him? Certainly homosexual men had, immediately adding to the speculation that Valentino was gay.

      With regard to the journalistic speculations, Valentino did not take them with humor, reacting very much like the hot-headed Latin Lover into which he had been transformed. When in 1926 the Chicago Tribune reported that vending machine dispensing pink talcum powder had appeared in an upscale hotel’s men’s washroom, an editorial argued in response that it had to do with the feminization of women as represented in Valentino and his films. Valentino challenged the writer to a boxing match—dueling being illegal—and when he didn’t respond consulted the Baltimore Sun news writer H. L. Mencken about how to deal with the incident. When New York Evening Journal boxing writer offered to fight in other’s place, Valentino took him on and won the bout on the roof the New York’s Ambassador Hotel. But the struggle surely led to his death.

     From the moment, shortly after his boxing bout, of his early death in 1926 of appendicitis and gastric ulcers leading to peritonitis and eventually sepsis, stories of Valentino’s homosexuality begin to gather like storm clouds in the background of the funeral which attracted over 100,000 people, followed by the bizarre behavior by several of women followers who declared they loved him, including aging actor Pola Negri who regularly visited his grave, she claiming that they had been engaged to be married, and the legendary “woman in a black veil” along with her many copycats, the first visitation being a stunt cooked up by press agent.

      Anyone who has lived close enough to Los Angeles to know that Hollywood is a creation of the mind rather than location on the map knows there is sexual gossip about nearly every actor and filmmaker who ever became famous enough to deserve it, much of it true but a great deal of it also pure nonsense. Although I love Kenneth Anger for his films, I have to dismiss book his book and movie Hollywood Babylon for which he made up gossip that he couldn’t discover any in the columns. One of his most notorious tidbits was his claim that Valentino had a sexual relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro’s insistence that they barely knew one another. Upon Novarro’s murder, so Anger reports, the police discovered Valentino’s gift of an art deco dildo stuffed down his throat. Novarro was murdered by two brothers who had called and made an appointment offering their sexual services, as others from the same agency had done in the past. But their goal was to rob the actor, and after beating him in order to find his money, Novarro died of asphyxiation, having chocked on his own blood. There was no gift of a dildo, and none found in his mouth at the time of the murder.

      Anger and other writers like him claimed also that Valentino had had affairs with his roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry and the openly gay French theater director and poet Jacques Hébertot, despite the fact that Ivano claimed that he and Valentino were both heterosexual. And Valentino’s biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger basically agree that the actor was primarily heterosexual.

      Documents belonging to Valentino’s friend Samuel Steward also seemed to indicate that they were sexual partners. However, Steward’s claim of a sexual encounter in Ohio, it was later found, could not have taken place since on the same day Valentino was in New York.

       Of course, given the anti-homosexual laws and attitudes of the time, it’s little surprise that those suspected of having sex with the actor, any actor, might wish to deny it. And friends and biographers have long been known to keep information from their readers that might have involved queer behavior—or they simply fail to explore such information in any depth.

       And, if nothing else, it does appear that both of Valentino’s marriages, first to Jean Acker and later to Natacha Rambova were probably “lavender marriages,” marriages made to cover up the actual sexuality of the individuals—but in this case that the women, not necessarily Valentino.

      On November 6, 1919, Valentino married actress Jean Acker. Acker was a lesbian involved with silent actor Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova in a love triangle that was beginning to arouse public interest. Valentino met Acker at a party two months prior to their wedding. They soon began to see each other socially before marrying. Valentino was unaware of Acker’s sexual orientation, discovering himself locked out of his hotel room on his wedding night by his bride before the marriage could be consummated. Valentino tried in vain to regain her love through letters before abandoning such attempts and filing for divorce.  The couple remained legally married until 1921, when Acker sued Valentino for divorce, citing desertion. The divorce was granted, with Acker receiving alimony. She and Valentino eventually renewed their friendship, and remained friends until his death.


      Valentino first met Rambova, the set designer, art director, and protégée of Nazimova on the set of Uncharted Seas in 1921. By the time the two worked together on Nazimova’s production of Camille, they were already romantically involved, despite the fact that at the same time Rambova is presumed to have been Nazimova’s lover. 

      Valentino and Rambova married in Mexicali, Mexico in May 1922, whereupon he was arrested for bigamy since at the California law demanded that a full year pass after a divorce before a new marriage. The two, accordingly, were forced to live in separate apartments each with their own roommates until they remarried in March 1923. By that time Nazimova’s famed Salomé premiered, also with sets and designed by Rambova. The gossip columnists were filled with speculation that Nazimova was furious with Valentino for having turned down the role of John the Baptist.

      He had chosen instead to act, of course, in his next great film Blood and Sand in the role to which he eventually claimed he felt the closest kinship and ow which he was most proud.

      Clearly, accordingly, Valentino did not have wonderful relationships with the women in his life. As he told gossip columnist Louella Parson: “The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter.” For being such a sex symbol, his own sex life was clearly unrewarding.

      Does it really matter, accordingly, whether or not Valentino was gay or heterosexual? His sex life was a fantasy of the screen not the bedroom. As I have already noted June Mathias had created in him a new concept of a Hollywood lead: a face that held within a mix of softness, sentimentality and yet masculine cruelty, a golden mannequin whose power over the hearts of his viewers was neither his voice nor his actions but his beauty. Did it even matter that he had a penis?

      Ultimately, Valentino was just not that interesting as a human being as I think even Ken Russell’s film proves, particularly since the director has long been known to go to extremes to create scandalous events around the figures in his movies, but finds nothing much to even create a stir in Valentino unless a fellow prisoner’s quick masturbation on the star during his overnight stay in the clink is a complete shock to anyone. Other than a pretty boy with what Russell reports was rumored to be a “wee willie winkie,” there was not much to the man. After all, Valentino’s dream was not to be a Hollywood legend but to own an orange grove and to settle down with an old-fashioned Italian wife.

 

Los Angeles, May 20, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (May 2022).

Martin Arnold | Passage à l’acte / 1993

“i am”: reading from a language that no one heard in the original to kill a mockingbird

by Douglas Messerli


Martin Arnold (director) Passage à l’acte / 1993

 

Almost 33 minutes into Robert Mulligan’s film To Kill a Mockingbird, after a great many important events in the movie, there is a small scene at the breakfast table as Scout (Mary Badham) and Jem (Phillip Alford) are about to end their summer and return to school. It is a particularly important day for six-year-old Scout since it represents her first day of school to which, for the first time in the film, the tomboy is required to wear a dress.


     Evidently, the event is so important that the friendly neighbor, with an eye on Atticus Finch, Miss Maudie Atkinson (Rosemary Murphy) decides the share their breakfast. The central characters in the original film in this very short scene at the breakfast table are actually the family maid, Calpurnia (Estelle Evans), who has been responsible for the children all summer, and Scout whose important costume change—and alteration supposedly from a tomboy to a genteel young lady—is the focus of the scene. 


    In the original, Calpurnia, who has probably created and certainly had freshly ironed Scout’s dress and Scout herself are the center of attention, with Atticus looking kindly on over the occasion while Jem expresses is his adolescence impatience to hurry off to school, at one point bolting out the door only to be ordered back to the table by his father who declares it’s still a half-hour before school begins. Jem demonstrates his impatience with Scout, who hovers over her eggs, bacon, and milk, all the while pouting for having been forced into the dress in which she is not at all comfortable.

     Jem keeps attempting to hurry her throughout this breakfast scene as she testily tries to eat some food before, suddenly, she too bolts through the door with Jem, she returning briefly to kiss Atticus goodbye while Maudie and Atticus, playing the parental figures, inwardly giggle to themselves over the behavior of the children.


      Presumably nothing of great importance—particularly given the major tensions of the film that include rape, attempted murder, racial injustice, intellectual inability, a rabid dog, and one of the best courtroom scenes ever portrayed on film—really happens in this little interlude.



      However, since the narrator of this work is presumably Scout grown into the lesbian adult similar to the author herself, this scene, in fact, is terribly important since it represents one of the first of many times when males will attempt to take away the power she has held as a tomboy child, able to run and play with the boys, her beloved brother and the visiting Dill, while standing up to their worst possible bogeymen such as Mrs. Dubose (a neighbor who daily verbally abuses the children), Boo Radley (the next door adult who in those days was described as “mentally retarded” but whom the children perceive more as a terrifying idiot), Walter Cunningham (a nearby farmer who appears with the gang of men determined to hang the black rape suspect Tom Robinson, and who has been given special favors by the Finch family), and even the evil Lee “Bob” Ewell (the racist father of the girl Robinson is falsely accused of having raped). On this particular morning the focus is upon her transformation into a female who will no longer be permitted to accomplish any of these acts, and will eventually be assigned to marriage or maidenhood like Maudie herself.


 

      In Passage à l’acte Austrian-born film maker Martin Arnold has taken this scene and heavily manipulated it by speeding up events, slowing them down, and mostly repeating the tinniest of movements along with radically distorting the sound and language of the original. The title of his work refers to the French clinical psychiatric phrase that designates impulsive acts of a violent or criminal nature that often indicate an acute psychotic episode. Particularly in the psychoanalytic writings of Jacques Lacan, the “passage to the act” represents not just an “acting out” of such behavior, but an acting out that ends in the exit from the scene, which on a far more benign level is what happens in the original.

       David Herbert, writing in the Millenium Film Journal, argues for the necessity of intertextual readings with regard to Arnold’s Passage à l’acte, suggesting that Arnold’s “repetitions and reversals in the flow of images emphasize certain actions and gestures in such a way as to implicate and disrupt otherwise invisible formal strategies, products of the Hollywood cultural apparatus. Suspending the metonymic chain established in To Kill a Mockingbird, these repetitions reveal the alterity within the frames and defer their sequentially constructed meanings.” In other words, Arnold’s cinematic distortion of the original reveals previously imperceptible patterns in the narrative action of Mulligan’s otherwise traditionally-constructed movie.

     Herbert continues: “The disruption of the soundtrack also radically alters the functions of the original film. Similar to a hip-hop DJ, Arnold samples the original audio and creates a new orchestration through minute segmentation and repetition. Beats, such as a door slamming or the dropping of a fork, take on a new aesthetic prominence. At times, the audio composition takes precedence over the images altogether, as the film plays upon syllables and incidental noises as independent elements.”

     But while Herbert argues that these audible transformations “eliminate the power of language,” I would argue that they merely increase it, forcing us to seek to comprehend not only the images, which themselves are totally altered, but to attend to the new language, “the unintelligible barks and yelps” as Herbert describes them, of Arnold’s deconstruction in order to make new meaning of the linguistic component of the film. My ears may not hear the same words that yours do, but anyone who has the patience to listen will have to concur that something else than what the film’s original overriding narrative expressed is being strongly portrayed in this small scene.


 

    Arnold’s work begins after Miss Maudie has arrived, Calpurnia has already served up the breakfast plates and poured out the coffee, and Scout has shyly and uncomfortably entered the room in her new dress. It begins, in fact, with what might be described as the male reaction to Scout’s behavior, Jem’s complete dismissal and rejection of her discomfort as he suddenly determines to leave for school without her, racing out the door when spotting, evidently, one of his male companions.

     That action is played out in a series of loud slams and noises, a seemingly nervous breakdown of Atticus, in this case an authoritarian, as he shouts out Jem’s name while pounding the table over and over in repetition. In that act he repeats his son’s name, gradually transforming it into “Jim,” “jess,” “jest” “dare,” “ass,” “fff” (sounding the f-word), “fmf” (female-male-female), “em,” “bam,” “damn,” and “jam,” and others before returning to “Jem.” He appears to be having muscular aberrations with regard to both his hands and his face, pounding the table as he hisses out the words, Maudie shaking her head nervously as if in shock.

 

   When Jem attempts to return, it appears that door is now locked and that he has to knock in order to get back in. 

    Now looking down sternly, Atticus begins repeating words that sound like “apple,” “half full,” “flub,” “affela” (a fellow?), “hello,” “sort,” “m’scoot,” “scoot,” etc. returning, so it seems, ultimately to the unconscious subject on both their minds, Scout.

     Eventually, Jem reenters, moving forward in a manner in which he now seems to be shaking, Atticus pointing and tapping the table with his hands as if to recreate order.

 

    As Maudie seems to shake her head from side to side in the negative, Atticus points back to the chair in which Jem previously sat, now mouthing a series of “s” words “myself, myself,” “sell it and sell it,” “sit one,” “sit on,” “so on,” and eventually moving back to the word “son.”

      As he finally settles his hands back down on the table, Atticus begins to stutter out words that sound like “wait,” “wait you,” “but wait,” “weight,” and “wake.” Then turning to Scout, he begins to stutter out a series of “sister,” “sister,” “sister,” “sister.” If anything, his endless repetitions of “sister” are even more unbearable than his shifts of language with regard to Jem, and soon with Arnold apparently using an echo device, the words clearly reverberate through that small kitchen as a negative assignment of her role, the female designation of a young woman who cannot but be compared with the more inclusive “brother.”


       So far Scout, hovering the foreground with her back to the camera, has does nothing but attempt to eat her breakfast. Yet clearly in the series of “sister” declarations, she is being scolded, it appears, for some unknown offense.

       Jem returns quite literally on edge to his chair, his emotions reiterated in Arnold’s version by the fluttering of his hands, as Scout reacts with a slight scrunching forward, itself hinting at a kind of impatience obviously to leave the “family” circle. Shaking his head nervously up and down, Jem now turns his criticism upon his sister, repeating over and over again with the application of the echo mechanism: “Well then hurry up, hurry, up, hurry up,” etc. After saying this four times, the repetitions are speeded up yet further so that the “hurry up” is spoken in jack-hammer manner for a long period.

      In this scene we finally catch our one and only glimpse of Calpurnia at the stove, a half body image from the back with her left hand beating in rhythm to the insistent orders of Jem, almost as in a part of a dance or nervous tic. And at the same moment, Scout, saying her first words, begins to interject a series of “am” after each demand to “hurry up.”

 

     The patter between them becomes almost comic, as if the scene proves that you can only state your point so often before it becomes mere patter and meaninglessness. The battle of “hurry up” and “am” is a standstill that might never end, one demanding movement, the other insisting upon the current stasis of existence in the firm placement of “I am,” surely the understandable reaction of the young Scout being told to grow up and become something other than the tomboy she recognizes herself as being. If nothing else, Scout is not at all interested in hurrying up into the female world into which she is expected to suddenly enter.

      This is made even more apparent as the “am” comments begun to be followed with a word that at first sounds like “Francis” before turning into “Frank,” a shifting of a female name (Scout’s real name is Jean Louise) to a male surname. It is a similar relationship between Jean and John, the French François becoming the English Frank. She’s as insistent about the name “Frank” as is her brother demanding she “hurry up” or as she previously was with “am,” and it’s even more interesting when she begins to combine the words, “am Frank,” suggesting that she not only identifies with the male surname but that she is being “frank” or honest in her declarations, as the word “frank” gradually comes to sound like “grand.” Indeed, this is the longest dialogical moment in the entire 11-minute film.

      Slowly the repetitions, sped up even faster, become an interchange of “am for” and “hurt for,” which ultimately turn Jem’s words into a repetition of the demand to “stop,” while she insists now on “Frankie” and eventually even a word sounding like “Dave.”

 

     For a moment, it appears as if the adults, particularly Maudie, might enter into the conversation as they rhythmically lift their coffee cups to the patter of “Come on, come on, come on, come on” and to her chants of “Francis, Frank, and Dave.” The two women, in fact, Scout and Maudie each try to engage in drinking milk and coffee, stopped by the repetitious responses of Jem and by association, Atticus.

     Finally, Scout’s language turns into a series of single words, “Sis” transforming increasingly into a linguistic sound that reverberates with a sense of accusation like a “tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.”

     After another long series of “come on’s,” the camera is focused on Atticus, as he also appears to judging the actions of the coffee-drinking Maudie.

     Finally, Scout gives up, tossing down her fork over and over, repeating words that begin to truly sound like “fuck-em up, fuck-em up!” that turns into simple “fucks” before transforming into a word that sounds like “fart,” that just as quickly alternates with the word “what,” as if she were exasperatedly questioning the entire transaction between herself and her family members: “what do you want of me?” or “what’s going on here?”

     “The words “slam, slam, slam” become transmogrified as “with lamb, with lamb,” that shifts finally into the word “family,” just as the two children began standing to move towards the door, singing out “some ways.”


    As Scout seems to actually touch her brother Jem on the run, the word “touch” quickly turns into the word “potty” and “comedy,” as both children, seemingly undergoing a physical breakdown, struggle to reach the door and run, Atticus and Maudie shaking their heads in negative horror at what they are witnessing.

       The terrible banging of the door puts a pasted, clown-like smile of terror on Maudie’s face, as Scout struggles through the open doorway, Maudie’s hands shaking with the tension of the entire encounter, alternating with what appears as applause for Scout’s actions. The sped-up sound track makes it sound like the bent over Scout is singing out “Cindy, Cindy, Cindy, Tootie, Tootie, Tootie,” as he returns to quickly kiss her father with several sloppy kisses before rushing off.


      If the above sounds like a kind of coded reading of my own creation, I openly admit it is. The sounds and images of Arnold’s manipulated version of the original short scene are electronically or digitally created in a manner that they can be interpreted differently by any viewer, and the above “reading” of the text consists simply of how my now very seasoned and unreliable auditory system has interpreted them, albeit after many careful listening sessions. How one interprets this text is obviously also a matter of how each individual perceives the language around them and interpolates them within the normative language of the film itself. As the children’s game of “telephone” makes apparent, we all hear what we want to.

      It might help to note, however, that in the original movie, soon after this breakfast event, on her first day of school Scout gets into a terrible knock-‘em-down fight with her male peers, she obviously not at all happy with her new role of supposedly having to behave like a young lady, actions which surely support much of my Steinian-like approach to language as I have interrupted it.

 

      I fully agree, furthermore, with what Herbert and other critics suggest Arnold’s reexamination of the original text more generally reveals, nicely summarized in Herbert’s comments:

     “The framing strategically circumscribes a portrait of a nuclear family eating a morning meal. The woman on the right of the screen, a neighbor in the original film, is now easily viewed as the wife and mother in this familial unit. Her immobility and silence testify to the passivity of female characters within traditional Hollywood narratives. Gregory Peck becomes a demonic father, whose verbal and gestural commands speak to a greater masculine authority. In this register, the scenario describes the indoctrination of the young male and female into the traditional gender roles assumed by the parents. Peck orders the young boy to obey, the young boy in turn commands the young girl, who in turn supplicates to the masculine authority and inherits her mother's passivity. Thus the film delineates a certain chain of command within the nuclear family, as an otherwise unremarkable product of the post-classical Hollywood representational paradigm.”

      Similarly, Herbert is quite correct I believe in arguing that Arnold's film “relegates Calpurnia, the Finch family's African American nanny, to a mere half-shape on the right-hand side of the screen. Indeed, her role as moral authority in the original novel, already diminished in the film adaptation, is now fully negated. The moment from To Kill a Mockingbird which comprises Passage à l'Acte has no bearing on the previous film's major narrative conflict, the accusation and trial of Tom Robinson, which functions to singularly articulate the original film's liberal ideology and message of tolerance. Although the film analyzes and critiques the politics of representation within To Kill a Mockingbird, this critique is entirely manifested in gender and generational constructions within a White social frame. In this way, Passage à l'Acte may implicate the racial hierarchy within the liberal ideology of the former film, by construing the racial issues as a ‘backdrop’ to its real motivation, the indoctrination of the young female into a strict gender hierarchy. Passage à l'Acte reveals the extent to which the young girl, Scout, finds herself at the mercy of the male figures in her life. Just as Scout learns, from her father, invaluable lessons about the injustices of racial bigotry, so too must she conform to sexist social norms.”

      I’ve argued for precisely this viewpoint in my previous essay on the original movie.

      Except here, we perceive it at an almost subconscious and highly personal level, rather than through the larger narrative plot. Both linguistically and visually, we realize through Arnold’s version that Scout does not at all agree with the new role placed upon her, and that although she finally gives into her brother’s demands to “Come on,” she enters the new school world as a young woman who very much knows that she is not a Francis, a Cindy, or even a “Tootie” (the youngest wild child, one must recall, of Vincente Minnelli’s 1944 film Meet Me in St. Louis).

       Like Harper Lee, herself, the lesbian friend of Truman Capote, Scout begins on her long voyage—at least as I read the new uncoded film—as a “Frank, a Dave” or perhaps even a symbolic Boo, as the kind of scary figure who returns to her Alabama hometown in her original version of the story, Go Set a Watchman, a monster who returns home to discover the truth of Atticus having joined the KKK while showing herself to be a woman who hates the gatherings of small-town women whose lives are occupied in dressing up to visit one another in afternoons of meaningless gossip, drinks, and hors d'oeuvres.

    As I have long argued, To Kill a Mockingbird is not truly a film of racial revolution, of white embracement of blacks, or even radical change in racial relationships, but is a pat on the liberal white back for even caring enough to read a book about such issues. In her original fiction, Lee cut much closer to the bone, and showed us that Atticus Finch, her own symbolic father, was very much like the “demonic father” Arnold explores through his coded revelation in Passage à l'Acte.

    The real subject of that supposed racially advanced look into small town Southern life remains the young girl Scout, so terrorized that day back in 1932 when she was expected to be something other than she knew she was, reiterating it again and again in the stubbornly emphatic recognition of “I am.”  

 

Los Angeles, June 13, 2024

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (June 2024).

 

Thursday, June 13, 2024

Harun Baysan | Akif / 2018

required identity

by Douglas Messerli

 

Harun Baysan and Çetin Kurt (screenplay), Harun Baysan (director) Akif / 2018 [30 minutes]

 

It’s somewhat difficult to know how to feel about Turkish director Harun Baysan’s 30-minute film Akif since the film’s central character, Akif is a slightly homophobic draft dodger who wants to use the possibility of being gay as a way to escape the military.

     Akif (Bekir Behrem) certainly has good reason. His father (Yusuf Eksi) is seriously ill and has no one else to care for him, being unable to even eat without the careful ministrations of his only child. In fact, Akif has previously saved up to join the military—soldiers in the Turkish military, at least at the time of this film, must serve six months without pay.


     The culture, moreover, which does allow gay men to serve in the military (just as was long true of the US and numerous other countries’ militia), encourages men who will not or cannot serve to seek the escape of being gay. But what that entails, the creation of a stereotypical view of LGBTQ people, is even more terrifying. As the true hero of this work, Ugur (Uzay Gökhan Irmak) explains to Akif, in order to prove one’s own sexual orientation one has to create a notion of homosexuality that has little to do with the reality. And once he has been declared gay, many job opportunities are lost and the people at large are likely to despise him, as we have already heard a grocer speaking to a customer of Ugar. Ugur was a school teacher without a job.

      It is to Ugur that Akif turns to help him in what is basically a “gay makeover.” But, in this case, Ugu—who identifies as a gay man, but might be described in his manner of dress and behavior as a transsexual—demands that Akif first learn everything he can about gay culture, assigning him basic gay texts such as the works of Oscar Wilde and E. M. Forster’s Maurice and requiring him to watch a number of openly gay movies.

     But in Akif’s world even being seen publicly with Ugur is dangerous, and in his attempts to buy the underground tapes, he is discouraged by the seller, forcing him to explain that he is buying them for a brother attending the university, yet another ironic level of this hostile cultural milieu in which men like Ugur must live.

     After reading and watching to assimilate some basics, Ugar insists that Akif apply lipstick and makeup and put on heels (that look a lot like Dorothy’s ruby slippers in The Wizard of Oz) to help him learn to walk more effeminately, a requirement if he is to behave as authorities expect him to as a gay man. One scene of the straight Akif putting on lipstick and eyeliner is so sad that it almost brings tears to one’s eyes. Even if he were a macho S&M gay man, it is a requirement to prove one’s homosexuality.


     We see the faithful son alternating between becoming someone else, a man that even he soon won’t be able to identify. The final catch is that there must be a picture, with his face fully visible, of him engaged in homosexual sex. It’s no longer legally required, but the military boards still demands it as proof nonetheless.

      It is at this point that the mild and passive Akif finally balks, demonstrating his own heteronormative cultural assimilation, insisting that Ugar’s entire efforts have been aimed at getting him to have sex, and, in the very worst of assaults, insisting that Ugar is after all still just a faggot!

     Ugar spits in is face, orders him out of the house, and demands that Akif never return.

     The very next day, Akif is fired from his job, his boss having been contacted reporting that Akif is a drat dodger, which no business is allowed to keep on their payroll.

    With no way out, Akif returns to Ugar and goes through the “ordeal,” spitting out the semen and almost vomiting much in the manner of Fergus in Neil Jordan’s The Crying Game (1992) upon discovering that his lover is actually a transgender male.

      Ugar himself sits waiting for the ordeal to end, also in tears.

     Yet Ugar’s lessons and, evidently, the photo succeed. Akif is declared unfit for military duty, which probably will also make him now even more unhireable and a general outcast in his society.

He and Ugar hug.

    The young now suddenly “approved” gay man returns home to attend to his father, only to discover him dead. On the television, the reporter describes how a military until has saved a portion of the country from terrorists without violence, those saved singing out their ululations for their heroes.

 

     The mixed feelings I have about this film must certainly emanate in part from my own experience of being called up for military service for the Vietnam War in 1970. Howard and I were already a couple, and even as a gay man I was terrified that I might not be able to convince them that I was gay, an “out” provided by the misconceptions of US culture that LGBTQ men and women were undesirable because they were simply less capable and were subject to blackmail—the deep irony of which was that only in a closed, unaccepting culture which their attitude helped shape, might one have to worry about being blackmailed for being gay. I must have fit the all the psychologist’s preconceptions of what a gay might be, for upon reporting that I was gay, he handed a 4F rating, declaring me unfit for military duty. I was relieved, but angry at the same time that those gay men and women who might have wanted to serve might also be declared unfit just because of their sexuality. I felt my sexuality had saved my life, but at the same time it had declared me unable to fully participate in the culture.

     Akif, knowing now that he is a marked man, begins to laugh before falling into tears. I might have begun to cry before, realizing the irony of the situation, I began to laugh. I felt freed; whereas Akif knows that he is now imprisoned in an identity that has nothing to do with him. Of course, so was I.

 

Los Angeles, June 13, 2024

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (June 2024).

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