Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Jirka Černý | Kdo jsi? (Who Are You?) 2021

who am i?

by Douglas Messerli

 

Jirka Černý (director) Kdo jsi? (Who Are You?) 2021 [14 minutes]


Alex/David and a man with many another name (Tomás Bares) is a thief, stealing everything from a bottle of liquor to the billfold out of a man’s pocket as he sucks him off.

   He doesn’t even have time to check out the billfolds he’s already filched before it’s time to keep his appointment with an internet meet up (Jirka Černý).

   His host insists they first share a light meal, and when he goes off to the bathroom returns to find his guest already in the kitchen looking through the drawers. He queries his host if he has just moved in, but the host argues no, that he simply likes to live a minimalist life, offering to show him the rest of the flat.

    As they join one another in the bed, the thief takes the role as the top, but the host soon flips the situation, and suggests that he might like the experience of handcuffs; but when he puts them on, addressing his guest not as Peter which is the name he has taken for the evening, but the string of other names he has used in his many robberies, the thief recognizes that his bedmate is a policeman.

     Asked outright why he is a thief, the man replies that he has been kicked out of the orphanage, and no choice in order to survive.

     The inquisitor finds that he wears a small necklace with a fish, and recognizes it immediately as being a symbol of the same orphanage from which he was released. Obviously, he has found another route into society, but recognizes how difficult it was.

     He releases his prisoner and demands that he leave immediately. Peter/Alex/David does so, but first places the recently stolen billfolds and his necklace by the door, indicating perhaps his intentions of attempting to change his life or, at least, his desire for reform.


  I’m not at all fond of the standard self-descriptions of this film, touting itself as a work about the dangers of meeting up on the internet. This could have been so much more profound without that claptrap:

 

“Nowadays, many people use dating apps just for hook-ups. If you want to have sex, you can have it almost instantly. However, the price for this is our lost identity. This has many advantages but also many disadvantages, which some people may misuse. What happens if a thief and a policeman decide to use such a dating app?”

 

     The fact is, that this is a tale of desperation and sympathy the likes of which is seldom shown by police officials.

     Surely our underground cop will have to pay in some manner for releasing his prisoner back into society without due justice. That such empathy can still be represented even by officials should remind us that they too are human beings. It is hard to perceive that with the daily reports in the US of ICE round-ups and murders of normal migrants and citizens. In the Czech Republic, apparently, there are still empathetic officials, no longer from the world of Kafka.

 

Los Angeles, September 23, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2026).

 

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Søren Green | Glasskår (B.O.Y.: Bruises of Yesterday) / 2024

fragments of glass

by Douglas Messerli

 

Søren Green and Tomas Lagermand Lundme (screenplay), Søren Green (director) Glasskår (B.O.Y.: Bruises of Yesterday) / 2024

 

I have long been an admirer of the short films of Danish director Søren Green, featuring essays on his major short films, An Afternoon (2014), An Evening (2016), October Boy (2018), and A Night (2020), focused on very young boys who are gradually discovering that they are queer, delighted and frightened at the very same moment as they attempt to deal with their differences without becoming defined by them by their classmates and peers.

     All of these works were beautifully filmed and poignant expressions of the angst of youth beginning to discover their estranged positions in the world. But I was in no way prepared for the raw power and full expression of those concerns and even greater ostracization felt by the young, beautiful curly-haired Tobias (Noa Risbro Hjerrild) in his first feature movie, whose Danish title, Glasskår, meaning “Shreds of Glass” I far prefer over the English language title B.O.Y.: Bruises of Yesterday. Any bruises—a polite world for rejection and isolation—this boy might feel are from today, not “yesterday,” and the real issue is not just the mental effects of child abuse (not physical in this case), but of the slow recognition of a boy having not only to discover that he is queer, but that there is utterly no one on which he might lean for love and support. Any “bruises” this boy might suffer physically are bloody encounters with his hands against glass and other surfaces, mostly self-inflicted as a result of the mental distress in which he elders have placed him. And they are very much of the harsh present he perceives through his personal observations and through the windows as he peers in on his own previous home.


     The boy begins the film already feeling alone and abused, in a small skate-board park where he over and over attempts dangerous jumps and flips. As any young skateboarder must know, he fails over and over and he attempts to improve his skills. But it is a frustrating process as a loner perhaps forcing himself to learn the only skill this young 16-year-old believes he possesses.

      He returns home only to find his mother (Iben Dorner), reporting that she has suddenly found a temporary job in Italy, and must leave him in the hands of his maternal grandparents, his loving grandfather (Jens Jørn Spottag) and his beloved grandmother (Bodil Jørgensen). His grandfather, significantly, is a glazier, a man who replaces the blown up and broken windows on the island of Langeland, a summer tourist designation, where the grandparents live.

      If his grandfather seems somewhat stern, it quickly becomes apparent that he is an extremely loving man, trying to enlist his grandson’s help and involve him in the glazier’s artistry. But Tobias also discovers that since he last saw his grandmother, she has descended into deep dementia, with her husband having to observe her every movement. She too, is finally shipped off to a nearby nursing home since there is no way the working man can look after her every hour as he needs to.

      Meanwhile, Tobias, with his skateboard as a method of travel, explores the island, discovering a men’s bathroom in the woods where he encounters a handsome young, but far older, painter, Aron (Alexander Mayah Larsen) to whom he is immediately attracted. The feeling is mutual, and the two strike up a flirtatious relationship. Tobias, lying about it age, claiming he is 19, finds a possible lover in the older Aron, but whenever it gets to the level of actual sexual involvement, Aron pulls away, and with good reason.


      Although Tobias simply sees him as a friend, he is too inexperienced to perceive that Aron was not just accidentally at the bathroom in the woods, but involved as a male prostitute there, a place where older men come to pick up people like him. Tobias, still a child, cannot perceive the reality, however, and believes their relationship might lead to his first sexual encounter, as he keeps texting Aron and tries to arrange for a meetup.

      But suddenly, in an even worse series of events, his grandmother becomes seriously ill, and now, to be close to his wife in her last dying days, even he must send the boy away. By coincidence, Tobias’ real father (Paw Henriksen), who has remarried, now has a prepubescent daughter, and a seemingly quite happy life since he’s left Tobias’ mother is living in a rental space on the island as they vacation there for the summer.

     The father is happy to reconnect, but it is quite clear that Tobias—obviously still hurt by his abandonment and by the things he has been told by his mother—is resentful, as is the father’s new daughter. The wife, although friendly, doesn’t quite know how to respond to the former son who seems quite and moody. They have rented, moreover, a rather large all-glass house, with an indoor swimming pool, in which the family—the father’s new family—are engaged in a pleasant game-ball activities, further making Tobias feel like a true outsider—which, in fact, he truly is.

     Skateboard in motion, he rushes back to see Aron, visiting him in his own house and basically attempting to seduce him. It almost appears as if he will finally succeed until Aron notices that the boy has already begun actions of self-harm: his fingers are bloody where he attempted to punch a steel wall, he has begun to carve scars into his arm.


     Realizing that he cannot but do further harm to this beautiful boy, he too pulls away once more, leaving the confused and inexpressive Tobias feeling yet again rejected by the adult world into which he seeks entry.

      Throughout these experiences, Tobias has been attempting to make contact with his mother, who finally tells him to stop trying to communicate with her, that she is busy with her new job. Tobias, now a true outcast in his mind, gets back on the train and returns to his home which imagines will be empty a dark, but perhaps still a last refuge.

      What he discovers is the worst of all betrayals. Inside he can see from his position, his mother remains with a new boyfriend. She has obviously sent him away so that she can enjoy her sexual pleasures with a man she has met; she has never gone off to Italy to work.


     With no other choice, he calls his grandfather who arrives by car, and seeing what is happening, enters the house declaring to his daughter has had “so many chances.” Obviously, she too is a kind of whore, another adult who has lied to her son. The father may have left her because of her own unfaithfulness; but it doesn’t matter: her sexual needs have outweighed any love she has for her son.

       His gentle grandfather brings him back to his home. By this time the grandmother has died, and they attend the funeral. Even though they are in-laws, his father and new family show up for the funeral, but Tobias’ mother cannot be bothered.

       What began as mild outrage now begins to be acted out in other ways. He punches out the picture of his mother as a young woman hanging over his bed.

     Another young man he has also encountered at the bathrooms, Jonas (Jonathan Bergholdt), also male sex worker who has previously rebuffed him. Now Tobias approaches him asking him to help him become involved in that world.


        For the older trolling gay men on this island, the beautiful young flesh of Tobias is a true draw, and before long, Tobias also is picked up by cars and fucked by the older men, bringing in a sum of money. When his grandfather finally finds the sizable sum in the pockets of his clothing, he demands and explanation, the boy shouting out the truth that he fucking old men like him and being paid for the act, claiming that he really loves it, has grown accustomed to wrinkled old cocks.

    He continues, but one night, again encountering Aron in the facility, he punches out the park bathroom mirror, revealing the fragmented, shattered being he now perceives himself to be. Almost exhausted, now in serious condition he collapses into Jonas’ arms, his self-destruction almost coming to an end.


    An ambulance is called and Tobias is sped away, finally finding himself in a medical clinic where he is given proper counsel, understanding, and love. Eventually, he arrives back in his grandfather’s house to apologize for his behavior, the grandfather apologizing to boy for not being sensitive enough his needs. It is clear that these two lonely beings have both found a way to a real love.

     If you expect this film to have a coherent narrative, you’ve missed the point. The boy’s life has previously never allowed any coherency. Almost every adult he has met has sent him away, lied to him, betrayed his love. It is a truly broken world for Tobias of no logic. And there can be no easy solutions. In this special Danish world, however, he has been given proper treatment, and with time he will perhaps move back to Copenhagen or some other Danish city to find someone of his age to share his life. But Green makes no promises; his camera focuses on the shards, the pieces of life this young man must pick up and toss away before he can again move forward, played out in a scene that depicts precisely those acts.

     Several Letterboxd commentators say that they can never again watch this movie. And believe me, it is a truly painful experience to endure. But the young actor Hjerrild is so convincing both in his confusion and resilience, and the grandfather so endlessly loving that you end the film feeling hope instead of despair.

     This is another brilliant movie that is rare these days.

 

Los Angeles, September 22, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2026).

Monday, September 21, 2026

Jason Stuart | Like Father / 2017

a polite, pretend life

by Douglas Messerli

 

David A. Lee and Daniel Vaillancourt (screenplay), Jason Stuart (director) Like Father / 2017 [13 minutes]

 

Lenny (Jason Stuart) is dying of lung cancer, and on is death bed. A Jewish New Yorker, he has married a loving black woman, Olivia (Denis Dowse) and has a black son, Jake (Nic Few).


     As Olivia is busy counting out his husband’s daily pill dose, Jake wearily visits his father, a man who has seemingly rejected him throughout his lifetime for not plays sports like normal boys, and in particular being caught on the basement floor with a neighborhood boy Lenny discovers his son about to kiss.

     Nothing actually happened during the event (Jake admits he was only hoping it might), yet his father flew into a rage, and in Jake’s view through him out of the house at 17. In fact, the father, he reminds his son, did not actually throw him out.

    Yet, recognizing that he has not been a very good father, he nonetheless attempts to justify his failures, oddly enough insisting immediately to the boy that he has never cheated on his mother, Jake trying to even comprehend why he is telling him that.


   What Jake is still angry about is the old man’s lack of apparent love, even though he now claims he always loved him but simply couldn’t express it.

     Jake is still bitter, until his father finally admits that he saw his son as in a mirror image of himself in a carney fun mirror. He was envious of his courage, he argues. For the first time in his life, he reveals that he was always attracted to men but was afraid to act on his desires. He insists that Olivia saved his life through her love and caring, but the desire never left him.

    Shocked, the son sits and listens carefully to a father he has never known or ever comprehended.

   The father and son, perhaps for the first time in their lives have actually communicated, the elder revealing something so astounding that it takes several moments for his son to even assimilate the information.


     His father’s love was withheld because of his own inclinations. Does Olivia know? He presumes not, yet she seems committed to him until death, perhaps almost waiting for the release of her own life, frustrations, and sense of displacement in their lives. Perhaps she realizes more that he can imagine.

    Nonetheless, he has finally, just before his death, broken down the endless blockades he has put up previously regarding his love of his own son.

     This is a fairly moving tale, even if a little unbelievable. You might have imagined that if he had such feelings himself, he might have behaved far more emphatically toward his son throughout his life, instead of simply rejecting the obvious and playing into all the standard heterosexual notions of fatherhood. Even with his final confession, this is a man who ultimately he hard to forgive.

    And given their vast differences racially, spiritually, and mentally, it is somewhat hard buying into the “fun mirror” image. Surely, the son went through experiences of homophobia and racial bullying his father cannot even imagine in his polite, pretend life of cufflinks, cologne, and fresh handkerchiefs in his breast pocket.

 

Los Angeles, September 21, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2026).

 

 

Sunday, September 20, 2026

Alex Sebastian Laibach | Say It Wisely / 2014

no wisdom here

by Douglas Messerli

 

Alex Sebastian Laibach (screenwriter and director) Say It Wisely / 2014 [7 minutes]

 

Sorry to say this lament of losing one’s partner to death is about as empty and badly conceived as anyone could imagine.

     Our poor hero, Boris Borisov, is diagnosed with “schmuckhidrosis.” He might live 18 years or die tomorrow, sort of the condition in which we all exist. Even a fortuneteller predicts his early death.


     But how to tell his gay lover, Loris Lorisov. Why all the characters appear to have Russian names in this Canadian short, I have no idea. But that seems to be the situation, that Boris resists the kisses of his older lover Loris, and, unable to admit to his lover that he is dying—the condition, of course, of all of us—he instead lies, suggesting he has fallen in love with another.

     When Loris is outraged, he admits that it is not another man with whom he has fallen in love, Loris presumes that his gay lover has suddenly found a woman with whom he is enchanted, and is even more incensed.

     Finally, in order to explain his condition, he sings a terribly bad ballad about himself and, apparently speaking for his lover’s viewpoint, sings of his own praises, and incidentally terrible song meant to evidently represent this guitar-strummers talents.

     They fall back in love apparently, and all is well, without this short film’s plot making any logical sense.

     Given the terribly bad acting, the empty dialogue, and the truly incoherent logic of the work’s so-called plot, plus the stupid jokes about his disease from the first moment on, this might be described as one of the worst comic films about death that was ever created.

      My prescription: skip it. Get your own diagnosis and live your life as long as you can. This empty shell of a movie has nothing to offer anyone, being an example of one of the most embarrassingly bad short films I have ever endured, despite its short running time.

      Nothing about this film in any manner suggest an iota of “wisdom.”

 

Los Angeles, September 20, 2026

Reprinted from My Gay Cinema blog (September 2026).

Tony Vitale | Kiss Me, Guido / 1997

how to kiss a gay man

by Douglas Messerli

 

Tony Vitale (screenwriter and director) Kiss Me, Guido / 1997

 

If you believe that all Italian-Americans, particularly Sicilians, are part of Mafia families, are seeking only for a good female fuck, are innately homophobic, and are as dumb as pizza dough before it hits the oven; if your idea of gays is that they describe all of those who are not part of the LGBTQ community as breeders and describe Italian-Americans as “Guidos,” that they are constantly falling in and out of love with their accidental roommates, and absolutely adore watching Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music; and if you believe that forceful and willful women hate all males, straight and gay, for treating them as objects, but go wild when a sexy man finds his way into their beds, then you’ll love the 1997 Tony Vitale movie Kiss Me, Guido, which deals out stereotypes with the speed of a professional Poker dealer dispersing the cards of a double deck. “I’m out,” was my reaction from the first few moments of this sit-com-like work.


    Vitale doesn’t start out to be mean to any of the groups he believes he is simply satirizing, and to give the director-writer credit, the movie is often stocked with smart one-liners and as a whole is fast-paced in a Neil Simon kind of way. All of its characters, moreover, including the two Italian brothers, Pino (Anthony DeSando) and Frankie (Nick Scotti), Joey Chips (Frankie’s fellow worker in the Bronx pizza shop), as well as Warren (Anthony Barrile) who is gay and works as an actor, demanding the landlord Meryl (Molly Price) make improvements and lower her rent, Meryl (Molly Price), are rather likeable.

      Even though Frankie discovers his fiancée Debbie (Jennifer Esposito) being fucked by his brother Pino—the event that sends him packing and ultimately moving into Warren’s downtown Manhattan apartment—the director casts his villains as Warren’s ex-lover Dakota (Christopher Lawford), a director who after having left Warren and his newly “discovered” lover, a highly pretentious but deep-pocketed playwright (David Deblinger), allows space, particularly for Scotti and Barrile to show their talents.


      And despite Vitale’s superficial presentation of the Italian-Americans, the gay boys, and the would-be feminist representative, he does occasionally suggest more serious issues including the unaffordable prices of living in downtown Manhattan (even in the late 1990s), gay-bashing, the existence of Mafia members (in this case Vinny the Fish) who have affairs with gay boys (in this instance the playwright), and the possibility of an innocent Bronx pizza boy falling in love with as obvious transsexual (Wiggy).

     In between these moments, however, is a heap of schlock writing that attempts to get the audience to laugh at Italians putting toilet paper on bathroom seats where any gay man might have shat, the endless back-biting of former lovers by gay men, and the adventures of the handsome but clueless Frankie who’s desperate to become an actor in the manner of Al Pacino and Robert De Niro, but hasn’t the faintest notion of how anyone outside of his tightly-knit Bronx family might live and behave. Frankie, a good Catholic boy, has not even had sex with Debbie, saving her evidently for the honeymoon night. 


      Despite his silly misadventures with downtown Manhattan lifestyles, he finally does find a kind guide in Warren, hurt in the gay-bashing incident, who argues for Frankie to replace him on stage and when his friend Terry attempts to initiate his roommate-protégé into the various methods of how to act as a gay lover and even how to kiss another man. So convincing is Frankie’s performance that by film’s end the play’s audience and even his family in attendance are ready to forgive him for what now perceive as his sexual “difference” and to support his decision to become an actor. Like Rick and Louis at the ending of the film Casablanca, Warren and Frankie walk off imagining “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

       It’s not much of an offer for anyone of the LGBTQ community who has had to suffer through this threadbare comedy, but at least a friendship might help them to understand one another far more successfully than the script has.

 

Los Angeles, October 22, 2020

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

 

Saturday, September 19, 2026

Mazhar Moin | Plum Cake / 2023

a mother discovers her son

by Douglas Messerli

 

Shah Yasir (screenplay), Mazhar Moin (director) Plum Cake / 2023 [18 minutes]

 

This 2018 short film by Pakistani director Mazhar Moin, presents a mother (Hamza Abbasi), represented well in East Asian cinema, who adores her son, but also clearly attempts to control his life. The son, Robert (Fouzia Nasir Ahmad), moreover, is a rather passive boy given the total, loving control she has exerted over him. Despite her insistent attempts to marry him off to a “beautiful” girl, who is the daughter of one of the dear friends of her sister Christine.


     In truth, Robert is in deep love with his best friend Usman (Ahman Kahn Bhatti), who stays at the house many a night, always suggesting that the two were watching movies before falling asleep. His mother adores Usman, who often arrives with special food, helps the mother cut up her onions—a job which despite her devotion to housework, she hates—and is generally loving and caring about her, without realizing the role he plays in their daily life.


     She is surprised, however, to hear that he will soon be moving away, without recognizing her own role in his decision.

      The mother is also a devout Roman Catholic who attends services each week with her always obedient son, who dares not speak out against her powerful demands, and the endless lover she has apparently always poured upon him. She finally determines an occasion where he will meet up with his new fiancée.

    But meanwhile, the two men continue to sleep together under her own roof, one morning Usman showing up with what looks to be a “hickey,” but which he insists is just a mosquito bite, which she lovingly, as always, warns him against.


      Finally, the day has arrived for the meeting, but as early the next morning she makes goes into her son’s room to make up his bed, she discovers a condom wrapper in his wastepaper basket, and suddenly the truth of the situation hits her painfully.

      She calls her friend, cancelling her son’s meeting with her daughter, arguing that he does not truly deserve her. It also seems apparent that she has a conversation about the situation with her local priest.

      But this is a mother who has spent her entire life loving and caring after her son. And despite her great pain, she still makes the plum cake she has promised. She cuts out a piece, as the film closes, choosing love still over her disgust and pain for what she now realizes about Robert’s sexuality.

      Whether Usman will now remain is almost beside the point; if nothing else, the always loving mother now recognizes that her view of son was a mistaken one, and she must come to terms with him just as he has come, long ago, to accept her vision of the world. Real love often requires new perspectives.


   Perhaps together they can even convince Usman that he remain in their sense of familial love and need not escape their grasp for fear of his own future. This movie, however, is not about familial happiness but about its deep love that sometimes goes against our greatest expectations for one another. The plum cake becomes almost a peace offering.

 

Los Angeles, September 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2026).

 

 



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