Friday, October 17, 2025

Andrew Durham | Fairyland / 2023, 2025 general release

growing up in a dying utopia

by Douglas Messerli

 

Andrew Durham (screenwriter and director) Fairyland / 2023, 2025 general release

A young father, Steve Abbott (Scott McNairy), is awakened to be told on the phone that his wife has just died in an automobile accident, news he attempts to explain as best he can to his young six-year-old daughter, Alysia (played as a child by Nessa Dougherty). 


    Almost immediately after the funeral the child's maternal grandmother Munca (Geena Davis), a small Ohio town member of the bourgeois, makes it clear to Steve that Alysia would be far better off remaining under her care, living nearby her cousins in the comfortable, close-minded Midwestern paradise. And throughout the film we worry that she might sue for the right to be the legal guardian of the child, particularly when we realize, soon after, the father’s intended life style.

    Steve has rather radically contrary notions of where and how he wants to raise his daughter. This narrative, driven from the viewpoint of the young charge, doesn’t quickly reveal the reasons why Steve determines to drive his daughter across the continent to settle in San Francisco. Nor does the father bother to explain to his child that instead of living in a comfortable home, she will be now ensconced in a small bedroom with a mattress on the floor within one of that city’s hundreds of famed communes of the 1970s and 80s.

    There she encounters an Italian pot dealer, Skid (Annabella Peregrina), a transgender performer named Johnny who spent a couple of years in a Buddhist monastery (Ryan Thurston), another drug-pushing female Paulette (Maria Bakalova), and a gentle man named Eddie (Cody Fern) who, when she awakens in the morning confused and frightened, wanting to return to the comforts of her previous life, helps entertain her by regaling her with stories as he cooks her a breakfast of “toads in a hole.”

     Soon after, Eddie—whom she begins calling Eddie Body, mishearing her father’s general greeting to him of “Eddie, buddy”—begins sharing her father’s bedroom mattress. Later, when asked why he only has male friends, her father replies that after living with his mother, no woman can match her.

   But the truth, as we gradually perceive it even if the young Alysia cannot, is that Steve is gay; and as she eventually discovers, he has always been gay even during his marriage to her mother; the man driving the car in which the child’s mother was killed was her sexual partner, Steve being the father only in marriage, without generally engaging in sex with his wife.

    Meanwhile in San Francisco, Johnny, as Matt Zoller Seitz observes on the Roger Ebert review site, “initiates Alysia into the world of makeup, as her late mother would have, and remarks that when he was a boy, he asked for dresses and was denied them. ‘I never understood why only girls get to have beautiful things…’”

     Alysia’s father, who in her book she aptly describes as having “a kind of delayed adolescence,” attempts to write poetry, Eddie soon leaving him, in part, in disgust for the wild conditions of late night parties, and the mess of left-over wine bottles, drugs, and dirty clothing littering the floors of the place in which his lover Steve is raising his daughter.

     As Alysia describes it in a Time interview with Barry Levitt, “Getting to be in San Francisco after the death of my mom, he was a single gay man. It was a time of tremendous freedom. To be gay didn't mean you were sick anymore, and San Francisco was one of the few places where you could be really open. For me, it was like a Fairyland, a place of wonder, but also a place that died. Any utopia is too good to last.”


     When Eddie leaves, Steve drags home many another man or regularly visits the gay bars, often leaving his young daughter home alone at night, insisting, when she complains, that he is trying to instill in her a sense of independence. By age 8, they have moved into a rent-controlled apartment on the corner of Haight and Ashbury, the very center of the counter-culture world into which she has been thrust.

     Soon of school age, she is sent off to a French-language school (paid for apparently with the help of Munca), and in the very first week, after being mocked by the more traditionally raised school-girl peers, she has been charged with taking a bus home alone. Seitz nicely summarizes that first voyage into the lonely streets she will now long inhabit: 

 

“A creep spots Alysia walking home from school after getting off the wrong stop on her city bus route, offers her a ride home, and opens his passenger door. A random woman saves her from whatever horrible thing was about to happen and escorts her home. By the time Steve finally shows up there, the sun has gone down. The woman chastises him for permitting a girl that young to ride a bus by herself. “She knew where to get off the bus!” he whines in protest. ‘I wrote it down!’”

 

   When Munca makes her regular interrogational calls, Alyisa is cautioned by her father not to discuss the full mélange of beings who trot into and out of their lives, as her father goes through the extremes of exploring himself in female garb to a stage of dressing up in cowboy boots and hat. 


     Soon after we begin she see Alysia growing up (now played by Emilia Jones) as she finally makes friends with a couple of fellow students who survive on the foggy city streets and illegally dance in its clubs. But even then, Alysia feels she must keep her “home” life somewhat secret; these girls, like most adults of the day outside of this San Francisco hotspot see gays as disgusting faggots and are astounded to discover that their friend’s father lives his life as a poet.

     Invited to one of his readings, Alysia is hurt and confused when, through the confessional mode of his writing, he speaks of her and her dead mother. She takes solace in the company of her bigoted friends, but arrives home to a still loving and forgiving father.

     In the film, we vaguely hear of Allen Ginsberg, the death of Harvey Milk, and glean that Abbott writes full-time for a gay newspaper. We even tangentially learn through radio reports of the anti-gay and lesbian campaign led by Anita Bryant.

     But while we might wish the film slow would down to explain what these figures mean to Alyssia and her father, from the viewpoint of his daughter these are simply passing names engaged in vaguely comprehended events.

      In reality Abbot was an organizer for the Gay Liberation Front, even back in his Atlanta days. He interviewed Ginsberg, edited a magazine named Soup*, wrote regularly for gay papers in support of Milk, and marched in the earliest Gay Pride parades.

     At one point in the film, as Steve and his most recent lover Charlie (Adam Lambert) prepare to attend one of the gay marches, dressed in leather and studs, he casually asks her how they look. Her answer is one of the most painful moments in this film, as she responds that they look “like all the other fags.” Her father desperately hurt, quickly leaves the room, but Charlie remains to severely castigate her: “You should know better,” he scolds, as she turns partially away knowing that the words are not really hers as much as those of her friends and the normative world she has chosen to embrace after all the years of childhood abandonment.

      Youth is often blind and stupid, and now as a college student attending New York University, she returns home somewhat surprised to find her father at a local hospice house, reading to a young dying man suffering from a new disease called AIDS, a malady hitting primarily the gay communities of urban areas which she has only tangentially encountered. She has returned to tell her father that she has applied for a year of continued education in Italy, and receives his blessing for her to undertake the European adventures he once had promised they would take together.

     In Italy she quickly falls in love with a handsome young Italian boy of her age, which might have led to another kind of fairytale, a romance and a new life, were it not for a pained telephone call from her father who reports that he is now suffering from AIDS himself. She attempts to explain that she cannot yet return given the changes in her own life, but Abbott pleads for her return, explaining that he is truly on his last legs and needs serious help.

     Giving up her life at the apogee of her youth, she discovers a dying man for whom she must turn on the vacuum cleaner some nights so that his endless coughing will not awaken other tenants in the building. Eventually, unable to care for him after he collapses in the bathroom, she must place him in the very hospice bed where she observed him reading to the young boy long since dead.

     Yet in caring for her father, re-visiting her former girlfriends, and at one point running into Paulette who is now working in the pharmacy where she picks up the AZT pills that, without the HIV inhibitors later developed, cannot successfully stop the progress of the dreadful disease, Alysia begins to perceive the world which she had inhabited as a child, but never fully appreciated. One of her bigoted friends expresses the absurd selfishness of her girlish values, admitting that she and her friends had envied Alysia for having a father so hip.

 



     In another moving moment of this work of small revelations, her father explains that having grown up in a world of debilitating parental restrictions that would not permit someone like him to survive, he had determined to raise her as just the beautiful self-reliant woman she has now become.

     For Alysia, the fairylands of both her childhood and her college days collapse with the death of her father when she is just 22 years-of-age, forcing her to realize that as eccentric, disorderly, and at times perhaps even abusive as her upbringing was, it was filled with deep love and true freedom, along with the guilt and pure exhaustion that comes with attempting to live in a utopia within a dystopic nation.

    For all this film’s focus on the LGBTQ world of San Francisco, however, it is not truly a gay movie, but a story of how a young heterosexual girl grew up within this larger communal family which permitted her to develop into the open-minded and loving woman who could take time out to remember the ghosts of a world no longer in existence.

 

*While writing this essay, the film suddenly became a very personal one, as I remembered that a couple of my earliest works of poetry appeared in Abbott’s magazine, Soup. I had never connected the character in the film with that magazine until I did some research for this piece.

 

Los Angeles, October 16, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2025).

 

 

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Kumar Chheda | Halfway / 2023

afraid of the sunset

by Douglas Messerli

 

Kumar Chheda (screenwriter and director) Halfway / 2023 [9 minutes]

 

Saarth and Nakul (Kumar Chheda and Kayan Dadyburjor), two young Indian men in an evidently turbulent relationship, have agreed to meet up at the entrance to Juhu Beach in Mumbai.

    Saarth, however, arrives late, with Nakul having to wait for more than a half hour. Further, Saarth is waiting at the entrance near the famed Shivaji Maharaj statue, while Nakul has been waiting at the Novotel entrance. Nakul has to get back to work quickly, and expresses his frustration as both set out to navigate the beach in opposite directions.

 


    Nakul is irritated that Saarth has not called him to check. The Novotel entrance, he argues on the phone, is the usual place they meet. But as Saarth reminds him there is no regular place since the last time they met at the beach it was a year ago.

     We soon learn that Nakul has asked Saarth to move in with him, the latter suggesting he needed time to consider it. Accordingly, both are frustrated, Nakul for the lack of an immediate response, and Saarth for Nakul’s interpretation of his reticence as a definite “no,” and perhaps an end of their relationship, particularly since the two have been dating for two years.

    Saarth simply argues that he has a lot going on, and he simply needs more time to decide. The fact that they end up at the opposite sides of the beach, he argues, says something about them as a couple.

     That’s just a miscommunication, Nakul argues; it means nothing.

     Like everything else that’s been happening, Saarth answers back.

     There is silence on the both phones before Nakul, stopped in his tracks, asks the most important question: “Do you want to be with me Saarth?”  

      Saarth is stunned by the question, arguing that if Nakul doesn’t comprehend that he has left his work and is walking now a mile to meet with him, he has nothing more to say.

      Only now they find they are each at the other entrance, having presumably missed each other in passing as they spoke on their phones.

      Saarth is willing to release Nakul and meet him at another time, knowing that his friend must get back to work. But Nakul turns finally toward the sea, commenting that, in fact, they missed the sunset as well.


       The sun, low in the sky, comes back out of the clouds, and Saarth, also now sharing the view admits “It’s beautiful.”

       “You hate it!” smiles Nakul.

       “I…I don’t hate it. I’m just scared of it for some reason.”

       “I know. I’m scared too. Feels like…something is slipping away.”

       “But do you think holding on tighter’s going to help?”

       After a long pause, Nakul answers: “We don’t see each other Saarth.”

       And finally Saarth asks the real question behind their meeting: “But do you think moving in together is really going to help?”

       Nakul doesn’t know, but jokes that at least he’ll have someone to do his laundry, Saarth replying with a laugh, that he’s not doing that!

       “I just wanted to know if you still love me,” Nakul almost pleads.

       “Of course, I still love you.”

       But then, Nakul wonders, why do we feel so far, Saarth answering “Because we are.”

       “But you know what,” Saarth continues, “I’m going to make sure that I make time so that you don’t feel like slipping away.”

       “And I’m going to talk to you more,” adds Nakul.

       They move off again, this time promising to meet halfway.

       Although, this short film is founded on the simplest of metaphors, it still remains a lovely statement of how all relationships are established and maintained, particularly that of two queer men in love, with little else to support them socially and spiritually except their own will and desires.

 

Los Angeles, October 16, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2025).

 

 

 

Will Bottone | You Free Tonight? / 2024

is it bad to be sexually free?

by Douglas Messerli

 

Will Bottone (screenwriter and director) You Free Tonight? / 2024 [15 minutes]


 I saw this short British drama several months ago, and wondered why I hadn’t yet written something about it. But I watched the same film today, I realized that I had delayed simply because there isn’t much to be said.



    Visually, it’s far superior to its rather empty plot in which a young 16-year-old boy, Archie Lewis (Jake Doyle) finds himself with a girl, El Scott (Megan Barnwell) who appears to be trying to hook him with other girls, only to perceive that her friend is more interested in boys, a fact with which Archie himself has not yet to terms.

    Looking up sites to discover whether or not he is gay, he comes across “Findrr” (a stand-in for Grindr) and begins to search out other guys on the site. His first meet-up is with a boy who claims he’s 21, but who Archie quickly realizes is several years older, the man also recognizing that Archie is younger than the 18-year-old age requirement to be on the site.


    They apparently still have sex, even though obviously it doesn’t quite answer this young boy’s needs. However, from a quick countdown of the computer clock—the equivalent to the classic movies’ representation of passing time through a montage of the pages of a wall calendar peeling away one-by-one—it becomes apparent that Archie spends a great many months on Findrr without really being able to discover anyone with whom he could fall in love.

    He shifts hook-up sites, and is now seen seated in a restaurant with a handsome young man about his age, Paul (David McGouran) who finally seems to a near-perfect match.

    When Paul excuses himself to use the toilet, however, Archie soon after follows, Paul surprised by his appearance, and when quickly realizing why he has followed, is rather outranged, scolding his date for having behaved in such a manner and cutting off all further communication. Archie has evidently been taught in his experiences with Findrr partners that sex is the aim of any date.


     In tears, Archie returns home, soulfully asking his mother (Heath Tammy) whether she believes he is a good person. Troubled by his question she sits down beside him on his bed, attempting to discover what might have happened or who led him to question his moral worth.

     Archie’s cellphone rings, however, and their conversation is interrupted. It is another Findrr client responding with the usual come-on “U look cute,” Archie answering with the same response he first received when checking out the site: “You free tonight?”

     Archie has been hooked into a kind of loop in which so many gay men discover themselves, being fulfilled sexually without any real possibility of finding someone they may come to love.

     At 78, after being now in a relationship for 55 years, I missed out entirely on the Grindr phenomenon, which I imagine has been to my benefit. But then surely not every Grindr user in the world is a blackard just out for a quick suck or fuck. Surely among all the lonely men out there desperately in search of a night with someone else, there must be someone desiring more than a quick sexual fix? But then perhaps at Archie’s age, that is precisely what he needs, allowing him to find his way through school and a few more years of independence other aspects of his being before he begins to seek out settling down with someone into a long relationship.

    This film appears to suggest, however, as do so many post-AIDS movies that having random sex is necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps it’s better, however, that Archie finds his Paul later in his life when he is mature enough to deal with the compromises and sacrifices a relationship requires.

     But these days all the movies by young gay filmmakers seem to think that boys in their final year of high school should be settling down with a permanent boyfriend—all of which reminds me of the pre-feminist position of women who were thought be undesirable and perhaps even unmarriageable by the time they reached their mid-20s.

 

Los Angeles, October 16, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2025).


Brad Hammer and John Duff | Do It / 2021

the star of your own show

by Douglas Messerli

 

John Duff (performer), Brad Hammer and John Duff (directors) Do It / 2021 [3.30 minutes] [music video]

 

Once again in his 2021 music video Do It, singer John Duff argues to let your sexuality hang out, even when you’re alone. If he seems to, at first, be addressing the lonely housewife, it quickly becomes apparent that he is arguing it for his prime audience of gay men. And his dance moves, although here primarily based on the exercise mode, in its display of jockstrap, crotch, and butt seem more aimed at a male (gay and straight) audience than a female one, although it’s obvious he wouldn’t mind if women tuned in, making it more female friendly than usual.

 


Lady

Do you think it’s that you’re crazy?

Or are you just afraid and

You’re not ready to let go?

 

Waiting.

Now you’re Over thinking reflex

Or is it that you’ve repressed,

So that they don’t see your show?

 

Although they call you names

Throw their stones, they can break

it won’t pain you the same at all

As if you never go

and you let regret take hold

You’re the lead

Now pretend that you’re alone

 


You don’t need to sleep

Just to dream the dream

Fear is in the mirror

Do it like nobody’s here

 

   But, of course, there is nobody in the rooms through which Duff shimmies in half undress. It is the year of Covid and loneliness, and what he seems to be arguing for is a kind of self-loving sexuality that permits even the gender shifts for which he often argues in his videos.

 



  Duff’s own comments surely support my view that he is not just speaking about sex, but sexuality in general:

 

"'Do It' is about overcoming the fear of perception, not dulling your shine to fit or liming your ambitions to please small minded people. It’s about actively being yourself and making choices that put you first. People have a really tough time being selfish, but there is no way to prove that you aren’t the star of the show. This could all be your dream [and] you could be making this all up. You could be the writer, director, [or] producer, so why wouldn’t you be the star in your own life?" (Duff, in an interview with Sean Abrams in Askmen).

 

Los Angeles, October 16, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2025).

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Cheryl Dunye | Greetings from Africa / 1995

the mysterious date

by Douglas Messerli

 

Cheryl Dunye (screenwriter and director) Greetings from Africa / 1995 [8 minutes]

 

Filmmaker Cheryl Dunye’s work has always come out of her vision of the self or is based on individuals in the lesbian and black communities like her.

     Greetings from Africa recounts a time when Dunye, after 4 years of being in a monogamous relationship—what she describes as the wave of serial monogamy of the late 1980s—began seeking to find new forms of companionship. Now free of the intense demands of a closed relationship, she commits herself to the new lesbian wave, beginning to look for, what she describes in her humorous monologue, only women who are “productive, professional, and cute.”

     Soon she simply looks for fellow lesbians who are professional and cute, and finally winnows it down to just girls who are cute. But even the cute women were difficult to find, most of them, she quips, still in the relationships of the 1980s. She grew quite bored and lonely.

      Through a former hook-up she finds herself at a cocktail party for a “friend’s last date” who she met through another “friend’s last date.” The party was made up mostly women who appear to be too “crunchy granola” for her taste. And when they all begin to remove their shirts, she is about ready to head out the door until a beautiful woman she calls “L” for Lisa (Nora Breen) walks through the door, who shares her disinterest in going topless. And suddenly they develop a kind of chemistry: “I got turned on and she got sexy.”


     They meet up again, and Dunye begins to find herself drawn to her, as she simultaneously attempts to find out more about her from friends. One friend suggests that she has seen L at the African-American Studies Department office, which makes the woman even a bit more inscrutable since L is white, one of the many of what critics Andrew Wickliffe describes as Dunye’s “subtle disconnects.”

     Others know even less about her, L remaining quite mysterious, becoming even more so when, one day as Cheryl is bathing, her new woman friend joins her, uninvited in the bathtub, after observing that she envies Dunye for not having to wear a bra, implying that Dunye is rather flat chested.

     Dunye’s works are never primarily about sex, so in this case we are not at all titillated by any sexual goings-on. In fact, L becomes even more perplexing when Dunye is invited to her apartment where she observes a photograph of another woman featured on a table who L describes as a former roommate.


    Finally, L invites Dunye to a party of her friends, suggesting that they arrive separately. Dunye arrives much earlier than her new friend, trying to fortify herself for the evening with a few swigs of beer; suddenly she encounters the woman in the photograph (Jacqueline Woodson) and dares to speak to her, telling her that she recognizes her from a photo in L’s living room, wondering if she might tell her more about her former roommate since, she admits to the stranger, she has such a “hard on” for L, but she’s so mysterious.


     “Does she have a girlfriend?”

     “She didn’t tell you that she had a girlfriend?”

     “No. Does she?”

      “Yeah. It’s me.”

      At that very moment L enters, the girlfriend joining others greeting the popular female at the door, Lisa putting her arm around her as she speaks with others.

     With her usual slightly cynical wit, Dunye sums it up, “so that was the end of the whole “L thing.”

     Yet, a short time later Dunye receives a card from L, stating that she tried to get in touch with her, and apologizes for her sudden absence, explaining she has finally been accepted into the Peace Corps—had she even told Dunye, she muses, that she had applied for the Peace Corps?—and she is now living in the Ivory Coast. She signs off that she misses Cheryl.

     So this droll story of love lost ends, with as the title suggests, a puzzling “greeting from Africa” that makes the woman that got away even more ineffable and perhaps duplicitous than before.

 

Los Angeles, October 15, 2025

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (October 2025).

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