Mar 212014
 

Les Garçons et Guillaume, à tableI went into this film eager to like it. I worked to be on its side well beyond the halfway point. I cut it slack and trusted that various red flag moments would be sorted out by the end. But they weren’t, and I sat through the credits stunned by what I’d seen.

What this movie has to say can be boiled down to four propositions, two of them general, two of them ostensibly about the specific situation of the protagonist (but probably general as well).

These are:

1. Effeminate men are funny and probably gay.

2. Effeminate (and gay) men are obsessed with and want to be women.

3. Effeminate (and gay) men are made the way they are by mothers who want daughters rather than sons.

4. Therapy can empower effeminate (and gay) men to cut the apron strings and to become real men and to marry sexy women.

What am I supposed to make of a film like this? Especially when that film is receiving rave reviews?

A Generous Viewer

A generous viewer might see the whole film through the lens of the last five minutes and the framing narrative. In those last five minutes, the protagonist “comes out” to his mother as straight and tells her he is going to write a piece of theatre about a mother who tries to make her son a daughter. The film is presented as if it were that theatrical work and is being narrated and shown from the stage. In those final minutes and in the frame, a generous viewer might see a heterosexual masculinity bracketed as non-natural or non-obvious: “See,” it might seem to say, “queer and straight people all have to come to terms with and to claim their sexuality in the same way.”

Me

I’m not a generous viewer. What’s more, I sat by several gay couples, and I’m fairly certain that none of them were generous viewers either. The theatre was full of men and women out for a date-night all of whom laughed on-and-off throughout the entire film. But I don’t think even one of the gay men laughed even once. And it seems obvious why not.

The first two propositions I list are stock homo-bashing tropes of mainstream cinema. The third is just basic 1950s homophobia spiced up with 1950s misogyny. Four bumps us back to the pre-1990s dark ages when queer sexuality was understood as an illness or personal failing. (This movie calls the protagonist’s failing “fear” and cures it through horseback riding. I shit you not.) What is there for a queer audience to laugh at?

France

This film comes from a member of the Comédie française, a fixture of official French culture. But French culture hasn’t had a very good year. When the political elite set out to recognize same sex marriages, tens of thousands of French men and women stormed the streets of Paris and other major cities to block the change to the law. More than once! Thankfully they failed.

This film (and I assume the play it’s adapted from) serves up a queer man the people protesting on the streets can like and laugh at. He’s silly and ridiculous, but at heart, he’s also a real man who, with a bit of help, discovers what real love is, gets over all that girly gay stuff, and figures out that he can’t tell his mom he loves her because men aren’t allowed to cry. (And he loves his mom and would cry if he said it so he won’t say it. Get it? Does the beauty of the sentiment and the inescapability of his double-bind bring a tear to your eye like it does to his? That’s kitsch, and it’s ugly. I thought you people read Kundera.)

Sides

I wish Quebec movie-goers and critics weren’t so eager to cheer along to French films that have won some prizes. Because in this case, sides are involved, and they’re cheering for the wrong one.

 March 21, 2014  Movie Logs Tagged with:
Mar 192014
 

Sometimes there’s the movie and there’s the movie.

Here, the movie doesn’t seem to know Seinfeld’s old joke about fit single guys with clean apartments. The movie updates that joke by adding “who LOVE Julianne Moore.”

The movie was good, but the movie was great.

M 310 Writer/Director Joseph Gordon-Levitt stars with Scarlett Johansson in Relativity Media's "Don Jon". ©2013 Relativity Media, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

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Mar 172014
 

PhilomenaThis film was fine, and I suppose I liked it well enough, but I honestly can’t account for its popularity. Its characters are ultimately incoherent to me, and I can’t understand why I am supposed to care about any of them.

The writer: does he have anything but contempt for Philomena, even at the end? I don’t think so.

And the son’s lover: why would he not see Philomena when she shows up, given that he and her son spent years trying desperately to find her?

And Philomena: she serves as the film’s emotional core and seems as if she should elicit our pity or sympathy. Yet the film’s and Judi Dench’s portrayal of her insist clearly that in fact Philomena doesn’t want either. And so, I’m left thinking, “ok, then I don’t pity you. Glad things seem to have worked out for you. Since you think they have.”

I suspect that part of my difficulty is that this is a film about a few bad nuns. It refuses to confront the religious world view that creates Philomena’s problems. Philomena never gains any insight into that world view or her commitment to it. So I’m left thinking that the film, like Philomena, wants to accuse and then forgive a few bad people without ever critiquing or changing anything that matters.

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Mar 162014
 

Thor

A remake more-or-less of the first movie (which I saw but apparently didn’t log) but done as a mash up of Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings. The tone and direction of this movie were so bizarre that I actually kind of enjoyed watching it. But I’m still not sure what I saw. A weird movie.

Ghost Rider: The Spirit of Vengence

Given how terrible the first Ghost Rider had been, I can’t even say for sure why I watched the sequel. I must have been exhausted. At least this one wasn’t embarrassing. Which is an improvement. Oddly enough this one kept reminding me of Jack Reacher.

 March 16, 2014  Movie Logs
Mar 142014
 

A film that begins with the worst, most stilted dialogue I’ve heard in a long time. It becomes an efficient engaging variation on the action-in-a-box subgenre typified by Diehard.

What everyone I’ve talked to remembers are the final ten minutes, when Captain Phillips breaks down as he’s being cared for by a nurse. In those last minutes, the everyman action hero becomes simply Everyman, and this is something I don’t think I’ve seen before. (Although again, Diehard moves in that direction. Kinda.)

So for me, the film is nicely, efficiently generic but offers an interesting expansion of its genre at its conclusion.

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