Sunday, July 19, 2026

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

a world where anything is possible

by Douglas Messerli

 

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

 

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


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


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


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

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

 

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

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

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

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

                   know it all over Europe and everywhere!

 

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

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


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

 

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

 

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

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


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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

                      was born in our factories, nourished with our money!

 

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

 

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

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

 

Los Angeles, April 22, 2015

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (April 2015).


Monika Mitchell | John Apple Jack / 2013

shallow talk

by Douglas Messerli

 

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

 

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

 

Los Angeles, July 19, 2026

Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (July 2026).

 

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Nicholas Stoller | Bros / 2022

he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

by Douglas Messerli

 

Billy Eichner and Nicholas Stoller (screenplay), Nicholas Stoller (director) Bros / 2022

 

It seems almost impossible in 2022 that, as this film hypes itself, it represents the first major US studio film production (Universal Pictures) devoted to gay romance with mostly an openly “out” LGBTQ cast. Forget the fact that it was produced by Judd Apatow, who has spent a great part of his career producing movies about immature heterosexual teens bashing gay and lesbian human beings. We’ll chalk it up to a grand statement of mea culpa.

      But really, after the hundreds of films I’ve slogged through over the years can this truly be the first actually fully LGBTQ “out” studio picture?


     Certainly it behaves as it that were true, feeling it must shoulder the entire history of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transsexual, querying, and whoever else you want to throw under the rainbow individuals in the US. And that’s a lot a weight to carry around for almost two hours. It’s truly amazing how light and liberating it nonetheless feels.

      Part of that historization process is dealt with through the character of Bobby Lieber (Billy Eichner), a compulsive talker who can’t for one moment stop talking about what he has been told all his life to keep quiet about, his and every other queer since time began problems with being told to tone down their effusive personalities and stop talking about gay love. Through the podcast/radio show “The Eleventh Brick at Stonewall” (the first 10 bricks thrown at the police probably having been by lesbian and transsexual individuals before a white cis gay boy, which he represents, daring to pick up the 11th and lob it at a cop trying to close the down bar) and his later role as chairman of the board of the new National LGBTQ+ History Museum in New York City, where each of the five first rainbow alphabets get some say about how and why they are represented in the new institution, Eichner and Stoller instill their audience with a vast barrage of  information a bit like an informational strobe light that movie audiences must experience  the way  the second graders do who later attend the museum, with names and events mingled into a kind of jumble that may rattle around the brain for decades before clicking back into memory. From Marsha P. Johnson and Harvey Milk to Abraham Lincoln, the film weaves a braid of LGBTQ history that unwinds in the mind perhaps only after leaving the theater.

      Moreover, the compulsive Lieber, who (with apologies for even bringing up the name in this context) somewhat in the manner of Woody Allen subjects all of his statements to self-conscious secondary and tertiary analysis, forces us to hear many sides of his own arguments simultaneously through a kind of amazing kaleidoscopic vision of the same history, again in such a subliminal manner that we hardly notice that we might be receiving an education.

      But of course, it is the larger arc of this story that saves the film from appearing to be as instructive as it ultimately is: the unexpected romantic tale that sweeps up Bobby into an Oz-like tornado of love the moment he meets the “cute but boring” Aaron Shepard (Luke Macfarlane) at a nightclub for a new gay dating app devoted to those who like to get together to discuss old movie  stars. Typical of Eichner’s humor, the two bash gay men as being basically dumb as they gradually discover an intellectual fascination with one another despite the fact that they seem to come from different universes and that Aaron keeps disappearing every time Bobby thinks he’s got their conversation flowing, a bit like way one is ghosted in group chat app.


     While Bobby is a born and bred New Yorker, with parents, he later tells Aaron’s far more traditional parents, who took him early on to see a musical revue at age 13 with seven singing penises (the cast members were naked), Aaron was raised in a small town in upstate New York. Aaron loves country-western singer Garth Brooks, while of course Bobby adores Barbra Streisand—with reservations. Aaron has never even heard of Debra Messing (of the TV series Will and Grace fame), the latter of whom makes a couple of appearances if the film as a non-LGBTQ actor to kvetch against all the gay boy fans who treat her in real life as if she were the fountain of knowledge she played in the series. While Bobby works seemingly confidently in the public limelight, Aaron works with the elderly and dying to help them make out their wills.

      But the biggest difference of all is that Aaron is “simply gorgeous” while Bobby leaves a great deal physically to be desired. Even Aaron’s stares throughout the film at other physically fit athletes makes it clear that, superficially at least, Bobby is not his “type.”

      Yet the two do hook up for the next quite enjoyable day and end of up in bed that night. Neither of them are seeking out relationships—both claim to not even believe in dating. And when Bobby gives his new friend a tour of the new museum before it opens, the effect of the gay history it relates has the effect of making Aaron feel utterly insignificant, as if he has not even lived, forcing him to go missing once again, indicating the ghost he feels himself to be.


      When they finally do meet up for a picnic lunch in Central Park, Aaron will not even join Bobby on the blanket he has laid out to claim as their natural territory, and his eyes remain trained on the nearby muscle-bound football scrimmagers nearby. What hope does love have given their massive differences?

      But somehow in a little show of violence instead of affection, they wrestle with and bounce off one another enough to perceive again that they are both alive and amazingly are attracted to one another, even if Bobby’s chest caves in at the middle to remind Aaron a bit of a little bird bath. In this scene the writers and director are able to subliminally inform curious straight folks of the fact that gay men are not automatically “tops” or “bottoms,” as this time around Aaron asks to be fucked. But the scene, even more wonderfully, opens up Aaron’s character to reveal underneath his hunky silence is a secret chocolatier whose big secret at age 15 was not that he liked boys but that he drew endless sketches of how his imaginary beautiful chocolates might look, even that lovely act being something that as a gay boy he felt he needed to hide.


      When Bobby, soon after, invites Aaron along to the Provincetown where he has been asked to travel in order to woo a wealthy gay man into providing some of the much needed funding so that the LGBTQ museum might open on time, we get further insights into both characters. As Bobby keeps trying to make his pitch for the needed museum funds, Aaron suggests that he listen instead to what the possible donor, Lawrence Grape (a very funny Bowen Yang) wants for any investment he might make. Grape, he discovers, would like the museum to provide a cart ride through a gay haunted house of LGBTQ trauma. When Aaron suggests that such a thing be possible, Grape is willing to provide all of the 5 million dollars the museum needs to open.

       So Aaron, Bobby realizes (as well as the audience) is a hidden genius, the perfect fundraiser that curators and directors seldom are. And as they enjoy the P-Town beach, Bobby in turn reveals the source of all his frenetic bluff, the so-very-many times from high school to college to his early career as a journalist he’s been told all throughout his life to tone it down, be quieter—in short, stop being the overly expressive, somewhat flamboyant, and noisy gay boy which he was. 


      These early scenes are some of the most effective and touching scenes in a movie that has so many endless LGBTQ issues to satirize that in between them we feel we too are being swept up into a whirlwind. The dating app GRINDR is nicely satirized by Bobby and a date meeting up and mutually masturbating the way boys used to do it high school. Hallmark cards and movies are sent up with a series of special Christmas productions, in particular “It’s a Holly, Poly, Christmas.” And group sex beautifully caricatured as a meet up between Bobby, Aaron, Aaron’s old high school crush Josh (Ryan Faucett) an ice hockey hero who has just come out, along with an elfin hanger-on who not able to fully get into the action demands that someone give him a massage. And the inability of the LGBTQ representatives (on Bobby’s board represented by actors Miss Lawrence, TS Madison, Jim Rash, Dot-Marie Jones, and Eve Lindley) to agree on anything makes it clear the rainbow coalition is not always on the same page.


      As Aaron and Bobby’s romance commences, moreover, the movie self-evidently steals from dozens of such heterosexual films including Leo McCarey’s An Affair to Remember (1957), Nora Ephron’s and Rob Reiner’s When Harry Met Sally (1989), Ephron’s Sleepless in Seattle (1993), the 2015-2020 TV series Schitt’s Creek, and the Hallmark specials he mocks, as well as adding a special bonus of re-telling of Shaw Levy’s Night at the Museum, including cameo appearances of that film’s Ben Stiller, along with actors Kenan Thompson, Amy Schumer, and Seth Meyers to perform as holograms of other famous LGBTQ figures such as James Baldwin, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Harvey Milk.

   Alas, as always in the Rom-Com genre, the couple breaks up—ostensibly over Bobby’s truly overwrought gay spiels to Aaron’s Christmas visiting parents and Aaron’s continued attraction to ice-hockey hero Josh, but in reality because both, as products of a world where gay men are forced to put up barriers that might protect them after lives of being hurt and disappointed, they haven’t yet learned to fully accept their own romantic emotions. Of course, they have to prove themselves, Aaron quitting his job and mixing up some Harvey Milk chocolate bars and a box of candies decorated with the “Act Up” symbol of the AIDS days filled with, presumably, deathly treats, the proceeds going to the museum. For his part, Bobby composes a song in the manner of Garth Brooks, expressing his love of Aaron, which he performs when Aaron suddenly appears at the museum’s gala opening.

      As in all such films, everybody seems genuinely joyful, they and the movie celebrating what they have come through and, more importantly, the many thousands who were not fortunate enough to make it.

      Even if some day we were to discover another studio film with most LGBTQ cast members that celebrated the rainbow experience, this one would still remain as utterly important and enjoyable as it is, just because it believed it was its responsibility to accomplish so very much. A job fairly well done.

 

Los Angeles, October 3, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2022).

 

Megan Griffiths | I'll Show You Mine / 2022

at the boundaries of sexuality

by Douglas Messerli

 

Tiffany Louquet, Elizabeth Searle, and David Shields (screenplay), Megan Griffiths (director) I'll Show You Mine / 2022

 

If you’re not fully aware, for at least the first third of Megan Griffith’s fascinating 2022 work I’ll Show You Mine you might be taken in by the faux documentary for of the movie. I mean, given today’s fascination with the open exploitation of the self, why shouldn’t we believe and even be fascinated by a beautiful seemingly gay male model named Nic (Casey Thomas Brown) suddenly fully exposing himself in front of the paparazzi cameras and in the process quickly turning himself into a pan-sexual sensation named Nicki who attracts such a large following that he helps to assimilate an entire generation of young kids into the pan-sexual way of life.

      So today, as a married man with two children he’s slightly beyond his shelf-life; he’s still fairly cute, flirtatious, and outspoken about issues of gender, which is why his aunt (by marriage only) Priya Sura (Poorna Jagannathan), an academically-trained feminist writer in the manner of the recently named Nobel Prize for Literature winner Annie Ernaux, has decided to interview him.


     Her major problem is that she’s probing for evil done him as a child which might explain his behavior as a “survivor,” while he sees his actions as only natural and has long rejected the idea of survivorship or even original abuse.

      The film engages us with the battle between these two quite common viewpoints (in respect for the openly confessional methods of the movie, I’ll admit I side with Nic’s perspective more than with Priya’s, although what I often write leads me into Priya’s territory).

       In the first few frames of this film we see, before her nephew’s arrival, Priya flashing on her cellphone a few images of the beautiful young model Nic, and we suspect that what she really wants to find out is how it felt to be so sexually wanted and open to what others might offer and, more seriously perhaps, what is pan-sexuality all about? How is having sex with several genders any different from being bisexual? But given her training and the fact that she needs to get some material to her potential publisher quickly, she chooses in the two days they’d assigned themselves to an interview, to skirt around the issues that might most interest the film’s more prurient audiences. She is, after all, seeking the dark secret of how Nicki the tabloid sensation, now a porn cartoonist working to support his out-of-work wife Christen, came to be what he is and, more importantly the sensation he was.


      Nic, on the other hand, to extend a common metaphor, is as slippery as a fish out of water. He shows up to his aunt’s place in pajamas with buttons on a pull down compartment over his ass and hand magnets to keep him calm. If he craves the flashbulbs of the press, he is terrified by the piercing focus of the intellect and does everything in his power, after months of negotiation for the two-day session, to delay it by fiddling with his cellphone, asking for coffee, and demanding that if she is going to probe into his private parts, he should also have access to her’s—hence the film’s title hinting at the childhood game of “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

      She frustratedly argues that the book is not about her, reminding him that she’s known to have given up all her secrets in her books, which he owns but obviously has never fully read. As if to satisfy him, she offers up the story of losing her virginity in college to a man with the largest penis she’s ever witnessed even in the years hence.

      But Nic knows through her questions about when he first experienced sexuality that she is not asking about a consensual first-time event. And he finally settles in to answer her early query by describing that he was only 3 or 4 when a married couple who were friends of his parents regularly served as his babysitter; they invited him into the tub for a bath, she asking him to suck her tits while he rubbed and lathered his private parts.


      Almost immediately Priya feels that she has found the key that opens his entire sexual history and most certainly will explain his actions as a “survivor.” But Nic just as insistently balks at the notion of survival and refuses to describe the bathroom events which evidently continued for several years as a terrifying or even influential event in his early life. His attitude is that even if he effected his sexual behavior it worked out for the better, since he has no apparent regrets in his role as Nicki or even in his current radical shift into seemingly normative behavior.

      More interesting to him—and perhaps to a truly open-minded sexual observer—is the story he tells being asked by a five-year-old girl if he’d be her boyfriend. He rather liked the idea; she was pretty and he was interested in performing the role. But when he later met her brother he was attracted to him as well, and asked her if her brother might be interested in him, which brought tears and anger from the girl as well as the end of their friendship. His story demonstrates just early some children come to define their behavior in terms of gender, and reminds for the first time in decades of my own childhood experience at about the same age when after some time of me and a neighbor girl playing “mother and father,” I insisted “This time I get to play the mother,” to which she responded, “You can never be the mother!”

     To be fair, there are also some loving moments between the two figures of the film early on, when Priya praises her nephew for his bravery about expressing his sexual being and noting how important he has been for hundreds of young people, long before it was popular, who do not define themselves as gender specific. 

     Nic, in turn, expresses how important she was to him as a slightly older relative. Her visit when he was a child struggling with we later discover to be a terribly homophobic father helped free him internally. “You were the only person who spoke to me as an adult.” He also reminds her of a wedding they both attended when he was about 14, when they danced together for such a long time everyone at the reception felt they must be on drugs. And here he asks her, for the first time, if she remembers what happened at the wedding; she appears to draw a blank.


     But for the most part, however, Nic is contentious, almost rightfully dismissive of her parenthesizing and synthesizing academic mind that in an attempt to open up new sexual territory defines that territory in trajectories that presume a series of specific events. And at one point, it almost appears Nic has chosen to close down in his revelations, their collaborative project scuttled.

    She does, in fact, get him to explain how he first decided to expose himself as a model before

the cameras—it was a whim, and yes, it felt good—and even to open up a bit about his homophobic father, who however once his son became famous became his manager taking in a tidy sum through his son’s numerous “performative events.”

      For her part, we see reserve open slightly when she describes her own father, brother to Nic’s dad, as an Alzheimer’s patient in a local assisted-living home, whose calls she refuses to respond to, and not apparently only because they might interrupt the interview. She has not seen him for six months.

      And when finally Nic brings out some wine, and later whiskey, Priya’s mask gradually slips. When she suggests that like herself she believes there is an element in Nic of a theoretical masochist, her nephew pushes it a bit further wondering if she has ever actually experienced sexually masochist acts of BDSM? She is quiet on the issue, but then denies it, reporting of course that she has read about them through her research. But the way she speaks suggests there is something that is not being said. And Nic is able to get her to admit that she is not completely satisfied sexually by her husband, living as they both do in their separate intellectual spheres.

      For his part, Nic admits that he and his father are reconsidering bringing Nicki, the pan-sexual wonder, back to life, perhaps doing an online show. He and his wife Christen are having financial problems and he misses the limelight. He is afraid that one day she will simply get tired of playing “mother and father” and walk away from it all.

      In between all these sessions—and they do feel a little like “psychiatric sessions”—director Griffiths presents us with sexual cartoons in the manner, presumably, of Nic’s own porn cartoon drawings. Each of these interludes moreover is given a name, such as “Coercion,” “Resolve,” etc. Frankly, I find these cartoons as fairly meaningless since the images often do not seem to present any of sexual actions related to what they are discussing; but the section titles give the entire discussion a sense of “heft,” somewhat in the manner of the long Bergman dialogues about love and deception.

      When finally they move back inside the house later at night their revelations begin to pile up. Nic was confessed that in order to make money he has been appearing on-line for sexual encounters with some of his former elderly admirers, something his has not revealed to his wife.

      And he finally returns to the subject of the wedding party to remind Priya that after all her flirtatious dancing with him she dropped her purse, the keys falling out which he took as a young sexually horny boy to be an invitation. He used the key to open her hotel room door….

       At this point, the movie has completely shifted away from its focus on Nic and his basically joyful sexual experiences to something far different. And if the reader of this essay still has intentions of seeing this film for the first time, I suggest he/she/they stop here. For as anyone who has read this far in My Queer Cinema recognizes, in an attempt to discuss the film fully I spare no details of the plot.

        What Nic saw made him turn around and leave immediately, his uncle, Priya’s father spanking her, or as she prefers to describe it, “hurting her,” something that he had done so often in her childhood, that she began taking joy in the act, finding a form of sexual pleasure in the abuse. And for that “perverted pleasure” she cannot forgive herself. Were her husband to know it, she believes he would have to leave her. And she herself, who has never admitted this sexual aspect of her persona in her books, would be outed as a liar for being a feminist who takes pleasure in patriarchal punishment. More importantly, she danced that night with Nic so that he would be forced to punish her, hoping that as an adult experiencing it once again it might help her understand the situation. But it is one thing to have it forced upon her as a child, but quite another to encourage it as an adult, for whatever rational she might have had.

       Her second book failed, she believes, because she did not have the courage to tell that story. But it is still a secret that she cannot admit.

       We all have secrets, she argues, even Nic who has not told Christen of his new on-line occupation. But in all of long series of admissions is there still anything, she wonders, about the subject at hand, Nicki and his pan-sexual celebration, to extract for the publisher? She is afraid not. That is until she finally asks one last question: Did Nic ever see that couple after they had abused him.

       He finally admits that he had indeed seen the woman; at one of the final blow-outs for his Nicki character, the woman showed up seemingly frightened for his response. Enjoying her fear, he flirted with her so openly that his father pulled him away, reinserting him instead with a group young fanclub members. But out of control by now he begin to flirt with one of the young fanclub boys, not a child but still underage. In the near distance he saw a bush where he as a child and a little girl had once played “I’ll show you…,” during which, after pulling down her pants, the girl ran away in tears. And that bush stopped him from continuing, prevented from pulling the boy into the bushes as well. That was the point, he explains, that he stopped being Nicki and turned back into Nic.

       Yet even here, he refuses to permit her to describe it as the behavior of a survivor. Angrily, he argues that she needs to stop even trying to forgive herself, insisting that there comes a time when you have to stop seeing oneself as something broken needing to be fixed, and accept that it is okay to be broken. For me, that is the apotheosis of all that Nic stands for, the acceptance of oneself as one is as opposed to the being one should be or might be or might have been.

       By this time the viewer feels so exhausted that even Tomo Nakayama’s brilliant musical score hints we have reached the point in the film near the end, as in the final sequence of Mike Nichol’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? But there is that final sequence remaining, “the Betrayal,” where as Nic gets up to pee before the walk he has suggested they take to get some fresh air, Priya discovers that he has been taping all of her private confessions, when she has long ago turned off her tape as the conversation shifted from the public to the private.


     Confronting him when he returns, he admits that he thought of using some of it—with her permission of course—as part of his demo for his new show. Infuriated by his betrayal, she forces him to unlock the phone and delete it, bellowing that he has now destroyed everything, their entire project and relationship by even imagining that their intimate and private lives should become public. She now realizes that the real problem with Nic, in her estimation, is that he has no boundaries! But people need them; she needs them. Even presumably Nic needs them in order to survive sanely in the world. A world without boundaries, she might argue, is a world without a definition of self and one’s position in the world of moral values. Priya does not specifically argue this, but we comprehend that a treasured and pleasured body and a being with an inner self are very different things. Priya brings the discussion back into moral significance. It is not simply okay to take a child into the shower to play with sexually, not all right for a father to find sexual joy in beating his daughter. Perhaps it is not even okay to enjoy parading one’s body on the internet for the pleasure of some of his older admirers, even if, as he has admitted, he rather enjoys it.

      Nic, for his part, truly apologizes and tells Priya before he leaves, that he still believes their book is a good idea, but that the book she never wrote about her sexual life should finally be written, that it would be an important like the first one she wrote.

      So ends Griffith’s truly significant work of cinema. While it is true, the film is itself delimited in its use of contemporary tropes of sexuality and by the language and interpretive strategies of popular contemporary feminist, LGBTQ, and psychological theories; and given that Griffith does not yet have the cinematic skills of someone like Nichols or a genius like Bergman, her movie nonetheless mines its conflicts in intelligent and probing ways that help us to better comprehend the age old battles between the innumerable sexualities open to human beings and the boundaries we unnecessarily and sometimes necessarily put upon them.

     And important questions arise from this work. Are our sexual habits determined by childhood experience or do we simply invent them, using the debris of our past, as move forward in life? Even in using the term “broken” aren’t we presuming some sense of normalcy, positing a previous unbroken being whether or not “it” can or cannot be fixed? Even if we feel open to all possible sexualities, finally, need we or even can we partake of them all in one single lifetime? And, as I suggested above, what is the body in relation to the mind or what we describe as the “inner self?”

      Any movie that can bring such questions to mind is what I’d describe as something quite remarkable.

 

Los Angeles, October 14, 2022

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (October 2022).

 

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