Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Todd Haynes | Velvet Goldmine / 1998

celebration

by Douglas Messerli

 

Todd Haynes (screenwriter and director) Velvet Goldmine / 1998

 

It is rather intimidating, I must admit, to write about a film that pretends it is not portraying what it truly is. You’d think that having written on dozens of pre-1960s movies in which LGBTQ behavior was hidden underneath and within narratives that claimed to be about heterosexual behavior I’d find no difficultly about speaking of gay director Todd Haynes’ 1998 extravaganza, Velvet Goldmine, in which sexuality—whether gay, bisexual, lesbian, transsexual, or undetermined—is quite openly portrayed—would be a simple matter.

      In this case, however, director Haynes, having planned to celebrate the glam rock scene of the early 1970s through a character very loosely based on David Bowie and his friends, Iggy Pop, and Lou Reed, was stymied in his attempt by Bowie’s threaten to sue if he went through with it.


     Bowie, as we all know, had long since passed on to several other personae and was surely disinterested in his more than indiscriminate past. By 1984, the time in which this movie is set, Bowie had moved far away from his flamboyant and androgynous Ziggy Stardust alter ego to become a serious film star and to collaborate with yet another gay icon, Queen, in his 1981 album Under Pressure. By 1998, the time of the release of Haynes’ film Bowie had shifted to soul, jazz, hip-hop and, most importantly, electronic music of Black Tie White Noise and The Buddha of Suburbia (both 1993), and “Let’s Dance,” before working with Brian Eno on Outside (1995) and was quickly moving on to aging celebrity status by being in inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996 and “awarded” a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1997.

      How would it help him to now be reminded of his crossdressing jumps into the sack with Mick Jagger, Iggy Pop, and god knows how many others, as well as his drug addiction and his declaration in 1972 of being gay (in an interview with Michael Watts in Melody Maker) and his reassertion of the fact in his 1976 interview in Playboy: "It's true—I am a bisexual. But I can't deny that I've used that fact very well. I suppose it's the best thing that ever happened to me."? By 1983 Bowie had rethought the whole issue, suggesting in an interview in Rolling Stone that his public admission of bisexuality was "the biggest mistake I ever made"; "I was always a closet heterosexual."


    Just a few weeks before the shoot, according to actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers, his character was transformed from a Bowie-like figure to an amalgam character, Brian Slade, patterned after Bowie, Jobriath and, to a lesser extent, Marc Bolan. Moreover, there would no longer be any music by Bowie accompanying the story.

     Yes, Slade, like Bowie shacks up in Berlin with his now favorite singer, Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor)—a character now incorporating elements of both Iggy Pop (who like Wild grew up in a trailer park) and Lou Reed (who was sent by his homophobic parents to get “cured” through electroshock therapy)—totally unphased by dropping to the ground, going nude, having sex, and taking drugs in the middle of his concerts, who totally wowed the as yet unestablished Slade, whose dropped-jaw appreciation of Wild’s on-stage nudity he expressed to his wife: "I just wish it had been me. I wish I'd thought of it.”

      Slade, still seeking a persona for himself develops almost a worshipful relationship with Wild, while, in reverse, by taking on the Iggy/Lou figure helps to return some sense of stability to Wild’s life—even if it ends with Slade’s ultimate rejection.

      But then Slade eventually feels the need (just as Bowie obviously had) to reject himself, hiring a mock murderer, Jack Fairy (Micko Westmoreland) to assassinate him at the height of his career. Is it any wonder than ten years later, when the truth comes out, Slade’s fans have nearly all forgotten him?

       Enter British reporter Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale), now working for a US music rag, whose editor suddenly assigns Stuart to dig into Slade’s past in an attempt to discover whatever happened to the dead man who still, apparently, is living—which might be read almost as an enchiridion or even a method book on how to read Haynes’ film, which, like its characters, in turn is itself beholden to the books of Oscar Wilde and Jean Genet, both pleasure-seekers who help to destroy themselves.


       At first simply irked that he has been yanked away from another story to write about Slade, perhaps simply because he is British and younger that the rest of the staff and is expected to know all about “that stuff,” the reporter sets out on a journey paralleling Orson Welles’ character Jerry Thompson in Citizen Kane. Like Thompson on the trail of the meaning of “Rosebud,” Charles Foster Kane’s last word, Stuart sets out to interview the figures closest to Slade, including his wheel-chair bound manager Jerry Devine (Eddie Izard), reminding us of Joseph Cotton, Slade’s performer friends such as Jack Fairy, and Slade’s former wife, Mandy (Toni Collette), who like Kane’s wife, Susan Alexander Kane, is now an alcoholic willing to spill her guts in a nightclub where she sings.

     Through these interviews we gradually get a vague kind of portrait of Slade and his alter-persona Maxwell Demon, accompanied by a soundtrack featuring a lot a great music from numerous musicians with whom Bowie worked and by whom he was influenced (Little Richard, T. Rex, Venus in Furs, Roxy Music, The Stooges, Lou Reed, Brian Eno, Steve Harley and more), while also gradually coming to the recognition that behind Slade, just as Ziggy Stardust, there was no real person dressed up in the outrageous costumes, dancing out the sexually charged motions, and plaintively singing those anthems. Slade-Demon-Ziggy, perhaps even the Iggy of those days had to die because they never truly existed. Like the glam heroes of Haynes’ film, they were all fictions.

      Yet what these celebratory chimeras accomplished was a complete sexual and social revolution for their audiences. In this film the sexual energy behind those performances is conveyed in Slade’s and Wild’s—as well as the fictional duo and Meyers’ and McGregor’s—18 second on screen kiss (others, not me, have timed this), not to ignore their playing out of their newly-discovered emotional relationship, as in Haynes’ film The Karen Carpenter Story, with Barbie dolls.


      But the “real” action so to speak, was always on the other side of the stage, screen, or whatever other world they momentarily inhabited: in the nubile bodies and newly opened-minds of their fans, represented by the “Rosebud” of this picture, the reporter Stuart himself, who we gradually discover, as a homosexual kid dared to purchase a Slade record and dress up in glam-like drag, awkwardly entering his private real world as a transformed being instead of the weak faggot his father assessed him to be.

     Stuart’s later encounters with Wild, his adult meeting with the washed-up singer who insists upon presenting him with a ring given him by Slade that once belonged to Oscar Wilde, and a brief youthful sexual coupling with the same man—may or may not be fantasy.

      It doesn’t matter, figures like Wild and Slade have long ago passed into his body. By the time he realizes what happened to Brian Slade, his New York editor has nixed the essay, reassigning him to follow the new singing sensation Tommy Stone (Alastair Cumming), who Stuart has come to recognize is a lesser version of the man from which he has been reincarnated.

 

Los Angeles, September 21, 2020

Reprinted from World Cinema Review and My Queer Cinema blog (September 2020). 

 

M&C Saatchi ? | Mile High Club / 2007 [commercial advertisement]

clique click

by Douglas Messerli

 

M&C Saatchi ? (director) Mile High Club / 2007 [45 seconds] [commercial advertisement]

 

The now defunct British airlines SilverJet created a 2007 work advertising the first airline with “women-only loos.”

    The ad is so audacious it might at first appear almost to be a Saturday Night Live commercial, except by this time that nightly series was already losing its sense of humor. In this ad we see a full view of the women’s bathroom along with an airline steward serving customers nearby.


 


     The door clicks partially open and a rather disheveled woman exits, returning quickly to her seat.

    The airline steward continues serving wine, as we again here a click, the bathroom door open and another fairly disheveled woman exit and immediately take her seat beside the previous one. We must presume they weren’t simply helping one another in a time of illness, but were taking care of other business.

 


    That’s clearly why they have suddenly become members of the “Mile High Club.” Since SilverJet went bankrupt, I presume they didn’t have the opportunity to introduce their “men only loos.” One might guess that straights complained, and the airline went under. But meanwhile, I am sure, some customers had a lot of fun. I certainly laughed at the wit of this ad.

 

Los Angeles, January 20, 2026 | Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2026).

Young & Rubicam | C'est la Vie / 1998 [commercial advertisement]

left in the lurch

by Douglas Messerli

 

Young & Rubicam (director) C'est la Vie / 1998 [commercial advertisement]

 

In the 1998 French ad for Kronenbourg 1664 beer, a sexy young man enters a busy disco, spotting a beautiful woman dancing on the floor, moving over to her with the self-confident ease of a satisfied cis gender sexist male who whispers something into her ear, assured that she’ll easily follow his commands.


    At the bar, moments later, he orders up two Kronenbourg 1664 beers, presumably one for each of them. But she quickly picks them both up and walks away handing one of them over to her lesbian girlfriend.

  “C’est la vie,” blinks a neon club sign, and underneath it in English, the tagline: “The best lager premium beer in France.

    This was one of three Young & Rubicam ads paid for by the French beer company to fight its arch-rival, Stella Artois, which went with an image of being just for ordinary folks. Here the beer courts a young hip gay-loving crowd. Even the man left in the lurch has to smile at the audacity of the female beauty’s actions.

 

Los Angeles, January 20, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2026).

Monday, January 19, 2026

Jacob Tierney | Heated Rivalry (Season 1, Ep. 2: Olympians) / 2025 [TV series]

without even a goodbye kiss

by Douglas Messerli

Jacob Tierney (screenwriter and director, based on the novel Game Changers by Rachel Reid) Heated Rivalry / 2025 [TV series]


Season 1, Episode 2 “Olympians”

 

By this time Shane and Ilya have long been sexting one another under female code names. And sexually there is a long, somewhat unbelievable gap of two long years since their game in the fall of 2013 when they finally meet up again at Shane’s apartment, now one of several places he owns, where Ilya have the promised anal sex for the first time with Shane.    


     For all of his previous quick decisions and sometimes almost dangerously quirky moves, Ilya turns out to be a sensitive lover, checking several times whether or not his sexual penetration is actually hurting Shane, not something one might expect from the rather temperamental Russian, learning how to pleasurably bottom.

     And that seemingly tempestuousness seems to be much in play at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Japan, when Ilya begins to ignore Shane’s texts when the Russian Hockey team loses.

      We can only suspect that it has something to do with his return to Russia, the appearance for the first time of his much decorated and somewhat mentally afflicted father (Yaroslav Poverlo) who is obviously far more disturbed by his son’s failure to lead his team to success than are the Russian authorities.


    Moreover, the appearance of the Russian Minister of the Interior, a former goaltender, and his daughter, who turns out to be Svetlana Sergeevna Vetrova, Ilya’s occasional sex partner, cannot help matters. Although she suddenly appears, this time quite elegantly dressed at the formal embassy party, pulling Ilya away from the older men, the room into which she leads him is just as dangerous, inhabited as it is by Ilya’s former boyhood male sexual partner, Sasha (Kaden Connors), a heavy cocaine user who also happens to be the son of Ilya’s former coach.

    As Sasha hangs out in an empty bathtub inexplicably located in the middle of room, Svetlana almost appears to be delivering Ilya up to him and to his past in Russia, leaving the two men together soon after. Sasha tries desperately to rekindle old times, and almost succeeds, before Ilya turns him away, reminding him that they are no longer children. Sasha hardly seems to be phased, however, as he hurries off to another party, where, with all the beautiful athletes in town, he declares he will surely find another sexual partner.


    The danger Ilya faces for having once been sexually active in Russia is made even more apparent when, soon after, while Shane meets up with his friends Scott Hunter (François Arnaud) and Carter Vaughn (Kolton Stewart), captain of the New York Admirals and Scott’s best friend, casually comment on the bravery of the apparently gay figure skaters performing from conservative Russia.

    Shane attempts to again support Ilya in person, but is met with total hostility and sent away so that they will not be see together, reminding us of Shane’s paranoia in the first episode.

    If there is any hint of illogic in this series resulting from the female-created romance, aimed primarily at a female audience, it is the long periods in which the moody men remain sexually separated from one another. One has the feeling that in reality, most males—particularly those involved with the necessarily quick determinations of star athletes—would have long ago given up on one another, no matter how delightful and fulfilling the sex has been. If they had not needed to be so closeted by this time, like Sasha, Ilya and Shane would have sought out the company of other sexy athletes in the year just before gay marriage was legalized in the US and had already been in many European countries.


   In this case, however, Ilya continues to ignore Shane’s texting attempts as he now reproves his athletic abilities, helping his team with the MLH championship. Finally in the summer of 2014, while backstage at the MLH awards, Shane openly expresses his frustrations for Ilya’s distance. The two openly joke with one another as they serve as hosts to the event, Ilya even challenging Shane to provide him with his cellphone number, Shane responding in the negative to continue their myth of being distant challengers.

     But when the two immediately after meet up in the bathroom, the kisses return, Shane finally making some demands, including that Ilya get down at that very moment on the floor to suck him off. But Ilya, always the wiser and far more sophisticated of the two, suggests that instead of dirtying his tux, why not return to the “boring” affair, but not before betting on his winning the player of the year award. If he wins, Shane must do what he commands, otherwise he will obey Shane.

     Despite Ilya’s obvious fears, he has met all the challenges it has taken to put his team back in first place, and the year does belong to him as this time he is chosen as the winner.


    In the beautifully lit hotel room high above the city where he takes his lover after the ceremony, he demands that Shane strip and he plays the voyeur before the two once more engage in almost rapturous sex.

     In a brief time of actual communication, Shane wonders if he will return to Russia again this summer and, even more intensely, attempts to ask about how difficult it is for Ilya in his native country, suggesting perhaps that he need not return. But once more Ilya shuts down, insisting that he get his sleep and sending Shane off into the night.

     In the elevator, Shane begins a somewhat angry response before quickly deleting it. He begins a new message: “We didn’t even get to kiss one another goodbye,” but deletes that text as well. It appears that they will now have to wait once again until the new season.

     

Los Angeles, January 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2026).

Sean Patrick McCarthy (Shon Keane) | The Prom Queen / 2000

shower curtain meets closet

by Douglas Messerli

 

Sean Patrick McCarthy (Shon Keane) (screenwriter and director) The Prom Queen / 2000 [18 minutes]

 

Shon Keane’s The Prom Queen is frankly a movie that’s hard to love, despite the fact that the two central figures Corey (Todd A. Corvo), a punk rocker high school student who is apparently cis male but daily dresses as a transvestite who hangs out with the school nerd, Michael (Ben Provo). Both are the school losers and are bullied, particularly Corey, which is why we feel anything for them.


   But the situation even at the turn of the Millenium is totally unbelievable, since Corey plans to go to the prom with Michael, and as they go to rent a tux for Michael, Corey, sensing an attraction from one of his bullies, Peter (Jacob Garrett White), ditches his regular and takes Peter out to the “rock” for a good suck and fuck session, which Petey apparently quite likes.


    If you still believe in the logic of this short film, you will naturally predict that although it appears that Peter is a closeted gay boy who finds Corey to be “beautiful,” he is, in reality, dating the school bitch, Sara (Emma Welch), who might remind you of somewhat of Tracy Flick in the 1999 movie Election except that she lacks Tracy’s dogged intelligence. Peter and Sara obviously will be this year’s king and queen of the Prom.



    Corey ultimately does attend the school prom with the bland, red-shirted Michael, Corey accessorizing in a plastic shower curtain as both dress and a robe, arriving to the prom in regal style, whereupon he attempts to out Peter to his girlfriend and his bully gang in front of the entire senior class in a literal brawl between, as one of the general descriptions of the film put it, “shower curtain and closet.”

     Inevitably, the punk boy is taken out and beaten, befriended at film’s end only by his nerdy “boyfriend.”

     All of the events are fairly predictable, and nothing in the film—except perhaps for Corey’s whimsical costumes and hair coloring—are even slightly of interest. Corey and Michael are maybe just the most unlikeable of lost gay boys you might even encounter, in some ways as obnoxious and unappealing as the heterosexual bully boys. At least Peter is cute in an odd short of manner, and one wishes that the film had more closely followed him to explore just how much he was forced to suffer in having to date the bitchy Sara just to keep the dread secret of his attraction to the punk homo trash world Corey represents.


     Usually in such outrageous teen fantasies at least the gay boys have the opportunity to save the day, right the situation, or resolve their own high school tortures; but by the close of The Prom Queen Corey and Michael sit side by side with Corey in tears, even his temporary infatuation with the prom king having proven to be pointless. And in the end we have to wonder what was all the fuss about.

     Collected in a DVD anthology with several far more charming and ambitious films of the period in Boxer Shorts, it is hard to see today what attracted the several audiences of the gay festivals in which it was lauded (it won an award at the Hamptons International Film Festival). Clearly the sheer ludicrousness and tenacity of its hero inured it to some viewers. I just found it to be shrill, but then I’ve never liked a single movie that was about a high school senior prom. I purposely attended mine with a female who was the school photographer, a large camera strapped about her neck the whole time. I brought her an orchid, but when I think back I wonder if she could have even worn it with that contraption bouncing on her breast. And a couple of years earlier the school prom king, also the captain of the football team, was secretly a gay boy I would have died to have gone to the prom with, but in 1961 no one could even imagine such a possibility. And fortunately, I lived; while he took a gun to his head a few years later.

 

Los Angeles, January 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2026).

    

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Abram Room | Третья Мещанская (Tretya Meshchanskaya) (Bed and Sofa) / 1927

bringing home someone to love

by Douglas Messerli

 

Viktor Shklovsky and Abram Room (screenplay), Abram Room (director) Третья Мещанская (Tretya Meshchanskaya) (Bed and Sofa) / 1927

 

Russian director (Lithuanian born) Abram Room’s 1927 feature comedy 3rd Meshchanskaya Street better known in Europe and the US as Bed and Sofa is most definitely of interest to LGBTQ audiences, but not generally for the reasons for which some commentators and critics have claimed it to be. The early kiss between its two male leads Nikolai (nicknamed Kolya) (Nikolai Batalov) and Vladimir (nicknamed Volodya) (Vladimir Fogel) is not the first homosexual kiss on screen, and, in fact, is not even necessarily a homosexual kiss.


     As I have shown throughout my volumes of Queer Cinema there were many other gay kisses before it, including several instances of males bussing men in drag (Gilbert Saroni, in transvestite drag kisses a French count on the lips in in Sigmund Lubin’s Meet Me at the Fountain in 1904; the two male suitors of Charles Chaplin in drag kiss each other on the lips, accidently, in Chaplin’s A Woman of 1915; and numerous such films are filled with homosexual jest). Charles IX of France in D. W. Griffith’s Intolerance from 1916 kisses nearly all the handsome men in his court on the lips, announcing his homosexuality in the act. And, of course, the famous truly gay drama of 1919 Different from the Others represents gay males kissing. There are other examples, including several early porn films of the 1920s, in particular Le Ménage modern du Madame Butterfly, which screened not only kissing but male on male fellatio and masturbation with cum flying in all directions.


    But, in fact, the kiss that Kolya plants on the lips of his old military buddy Volodya when he takes him home in Bed and Sofa, offering him up a place to sleep on his and his wife Liuda’s (Lyudmila Semyonova) couch, is not at all what some contemporary commentators make it out to be. In Russian culture and in many others throughout the world, a greeting between close friends is often expressed with lip kissing, just as the French kiss both cheeks.

    Truth be told, the first truly passionate homosexual kiss was shown on screen in the very same year in the US director William A. Wellman’s Wings, a scene that is often simply dismissed, quite mistakenly I insist, as an expression of deep bonding between two military buddies. They may never have had sex, but that kiss is one of true and deep love which they surely, had the other lived, would have expressed in bodily lovemaking—if, as the directly hints, they haven’t already.

    In fact, Kolya and Volodya may have had sex previously since they describe having spent much of the war under the same greatcoat, much in the way that the two cowboys joined one another in the same tent in Brokeback Mountain (2005).


    Moreover, they not only do they kiss one another in that early scene in the movie, but kiss again later, when Kolya returns home after a business trip, holding hands over his friend’s eyes as a surprise, Volodya mistaking him for Liuda by planting another big kiss on his lips that this time, although a mistake, does not at all represent a simply friendly greeting but real love. By repeating the act, the writer and director now truly draw our attention to it as very being very different from Kolya’s kisses with his wife and even later Volodya’s smooches with Liuda. If nothing else, it suggests that something other than mere friendship has transpired between the two.

    What most viewer’s simply miss is that this film actually begins with Kolya, a construction foreman working on the construction of the Bolshoi Theatre, takes his breaks directly under a large male penis of a bronze nude of a male, thus establishing the fact that he literally lives under the rule of smoking every day under the aegis of a male penis.


    That very afternoon he skips a Communist committee meeting to return home early to his wife, before actually running into his old army buddy Volodya on the streets. As in so very many Rainer Werner Fassbinder films beginning with his 1969 movie Love Is Colder Than Death the central figure with a female partner takes his male friend home and, in a sense, offers him up the equal companionship of his wife or female partner as if it were a gift to be shared.

     Granted, Kolya is more macho than Fassbinder’s males, and far more possessive. Yet his behavior is very similar, hinting that he attaches more to his male friendship than to his heterosexual marriage. For soon after he introduces Volodya to his couch, cat, and wife Liuda—almost in that haphazard order—he is sent off on a business trip with the intention of leaving his friend and wife alone. Even Volodya argues he should leave the couch for other sleep quarters, that it certainly wouldn’t look right to neighbors for him to remain in the one-room apartment with Kolya’s wife. But the married man, given his braggadocio behavior, is blind to any possible problem: he’s strong and she’s loyal; what could the problem be?


     The problem, of course, is that he has treated Liuda as a servant, ordering her to scrub the floors and fix his meals—and one point not even able by himself to rid a glass of hot milk its top curdles, forcing her to run for a plate to put them on—without even considering her boredom and general dissatisfaction with their relationship.

     Volodya, a blond beauty cleans up after himself, serves her tea, brings her home a radio and the party newspaper for which he is responsible for one of the presses, and on “Aviator’s Appreciation Day” he takes her out, on one of her very few escapes from he basement one-apartment, for her first plane ride. Her reaction of absolutely giddy and girlish delight expresses it all. A trip to a movie after settles it. He has won her heart and convinces her provincial mind afterwards by telling her fortune where it makes it clear that the jack should top the queen.

    By the time Kolya returns, with Volodya planting that second kiss on his lips, he has already been sequestered to the couch. If for one night he tries to remain at his office, but the next day he is ready to swallow his pride and curl up on the couch. At least at nights he now has the company of his dear male friend as they play endlessly at checkers, symbolizing the homosocial relationship they have developed that utterly removes the woman from their lives.


    Even if some commentators have argued this isn’t precisely a ménage à trois since the men are still uninvolved sexually with one another and are rivalrous about the body remaining in the bed, we can’t help but recognize what is happening. The two men enjoy each other’s company while using the female as a tool of sexual gratification. And if we cannot apply that term to this film then neither can we embrace it regarding Jules and Jim (1962), which is written in that very genre. Except for some early mutual gymnastics there is no obvious portrayal in Truffaut’s film of the two males’ obvious sexual attraction either. Even in the pre-code era, like the later generations after into the late 1970s period directors did not dare be so literal as to openly show the male engaged in homosexual behavior—unless it was an underground porn work such as Le Ménage modern du Madame Butterfly or the 1929 pseudonymously directed The Surprise of the Knight. Literal minds need not apply for deep discussions of films of LGBTQ interest.

    It turns out that, at heart, Volodya is no more attentive to his Liuda (both men describe themselves as her husband) that was Kolya. And bored and feeling even more trapped that before, Liuda begins to alternate, the men shifting night by night between their nights in bed and on the sofa.



    Inevitably Liuda becomes pregnant with neither of these scoundrels (a term later that they apply to themselves) willing to take on the responsibility of possible raising the other’s child. Together they demand that she get an abortion. While waiting to be called, the uncomfortable Liuda looks outside the window spotting a young boy playing with a doll and another child being cared for by his mother. Finally recognizing what she will face if she stays with her husbands, she escapes, quickly returning home to pack and remove all semblances of her image, so that there is no longer

even evidence left her being. Like Nora of A Doll’s House, she will find her own way in the new Russian society, where women are encouraged to work (although in reality could not readily find jobs). Whether Liuda can, in fact, survive in what she hopes will be a less paternalistic society, is open to question. But the important thing is that she will longer allow herself to be defined by the males in her life.


    Left alone, the two men, although admitting as I suggested to their abysmal behavior to her, seem immediately to adapt to the new reality of their now quite clearly homosexual coupling, the one asking for tea, the other responding, “do we have anymore jam?” These works might have been out of a play by Harold Pinter.

    Critic David Robinson summarizes this brief period in which Bed and Sofa was made in terms of what was soon to come in Russian society (although I must say I am highly offended by his choice of adding the qualifier “perhaps” with regard to Gorky’s statement against homosexuals):

 

      “Sex and marriage were a challenging and constant subject of debate for the new Russian Bolsheviks. While many party-line-toers reckoned that revolutionary energies should not be diverted into such private trivia, the brilliant and sophisticated pioneer revolutionary and feminist Alexandra Kollontai recognised that “sexuality is a human instinct as natural as hunger or thirst.” The bourgeois and religious traditions of marriage and family were obviously rejected, in favour of civil marriages, and as late as 1925 there was a (failed) attempt to introduce a bill altogether eliminating distinctions between registered and unregistered marriages. Divorce was an effortless formality. The concept of illegitimacy was eliminated. One consequence was a vast rise in the numbers of abandoned and homeless children, already unmanageable after the Revolution and Civil War; and as one measure to contain it, in 1920 abortion was legalised for the first time in any European country.

     With the Stalinist thirties and a fall in the birth rate, the state took a tighter hold over marriage and sex. In 1934 homosexuality, decriminalised in 1922, again became an offence, with the approval of Maxim Gorki, who declared, short-sightedly perhaps: “Destroy the homosexuals: fascism will disappear.” Abortion was again prohibited, or at least made extremely difficult. Russian moral codes were firmly and durably redefined.”

 

     Russian society in the 1920s was radically changing when came to sex. But fascists, as always, made sure that such open notions of how one perceives the control of one’s own body were abolished. The fact that human body became another way the state could control their citizens lives seems all too familiar in hindsight.

 

Los Angeles, January 18, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (January 2016).

 

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