It Is Not the Homosexual Who Is Perverse, But the Society in Which He Lives is the earnest title of Rosa von Praunheim’s 1971 PG-chaste first feature, which has aged like good cheese from a scandalous sensation (a political wakeup call to gays) into a textbook example of classic camp—and a delightful time warp trip through queer cliché. The very colorful color film (shot MOS) opens with von Praunheim’s camera trailing two fags—one blonde, one brunette—walking down a sunny Berlin street. Daniel, the shy brunette, is new to the big city and blonde Clemens is generously offering him a place to stay. (We know this by the heavily German-accented English, dubbed and spoken in a “Sprockets” cadence.)
“It’s so hard to find someone who’s sincere,” Clemens’ voice says as they cuddle on his bed back at the apartment. “I really dig you.” Then, from out of nowhere, a grave, German-accented, Moses-like voiceover explains that “faggots long for loving relationships”, but “live in a dream world of glossy magazines and Hollywood movies.” Now naked in bed with Daniel, Clemens proclaims, “I’d like to throw the window open and show the whole world how wonderful it is when two men are in love!” And so it goes. Daniel fusses over his hair in the mirror while Clemens’ heartsick Teutonic voice narrates their newfound domestic bliss. “Every hour and minute I spent alone was torture for me.” Luckily, the lovebirds spend plenty of time doing things like “watching television to further our education” and housecleaning together. They also read or write letters. “Dear Mother,” Daniel’s voice begins.
But alas, as Clemens stares into a cabinet chock full of knickknacks, that damn nagging Moses voiceover returns. “Faggots try to imitate middle class marriage,” he hisses, holding forth on the subject of men taught to be in competition with one another, to be self-involved—dooming the faggot relationship. Next thing you know, Daniel’s sad voice sighs, “Four months have passed. I’ve decided to leave Clemens.” Then a jaunty, genial German narrator intones, “Daniel was often cruised by a well-to-do man.” And there’s girlfriend strolling along with the tight-panted “benefactor at his country estate!” As they stop for a glass of champagne beside a statue, Moses abruptly thunders about the myth that the homosexual’s “interest in the arts is a way to make life more bearable,” when in reality “the arts are a tool for the rich and powerful,” for it makes it “much easier to get them into bed.” Cut to a piano and a wild-eyed fag singing about Deutschland! Nearby, the benefactor plays with his ascot, a gaudy silver ring in the shape of an insect on his finger. The camera pulls back and pans around the roomful of old queens respectfully listening to the recital. Moses announces, “Youth and good looks are tremendously important to old fags.” Like Hitchcock’s birds, the elderly Marys are suddenly swarming over poor Daniel—who gets nauseous and runs out the door.
Then it’s off to an outdoor café—with a big sign reading “Moby Dick’s.” The genial German narrator informs that Daniel’s found a new job working at a “meeting place for homosexuals” where “conversations about film, fashion and physical culture give him ideas about how to fill his leisure time.” Moses butts in to add that faggots “gather to listen to Nina Simone, Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand” and “gather at Fire Island and San Francisco.” He intones, “Fashion has to be like a second skin that suggests the size of the cock.” A sissy saunters down the street in knee-high moccasins and shorts. Moses also warns, “The young fag must give up his interests for more homosexual interests.”
And there’s Daniel sunning himself with his fellow homosexuals! Moses snipes, “He was entranced by his strong body and butch style” as a torso, hairy chest and tight blue jeans, appears in medium close up. The genial German offers, “Daniel could sit for hours and enjoy being cruised.” Then: “Wolfgang had a lot in common with Daniel” as the two mop-haired, mutton-chopped boys rub lotion on one another. But all is not well in fairyland. Moses brings news that Daniel has begun going to gay bars—is becoming addicted! And, yup, there’s Daniel, wandering around a dark and dingy hole. Moses explains, “It’s easy for faggots to find one another because they offer themselves on street corners like whores.” Cut to a queen having a hissy fit in front of the bar as another tries to calm her down, all while Moses holds forth on sad fags, how they don’t know how to use their sexual freedom for happiness, how their “greatest enemy is the conspicuous queen.” Two fairies in short shorts appear in the frame, fawning over two embarrassed fags. Moses laments, “Daniel now has no other interest than being a fag.”
Cut to a motorcycle gang, leather boys cruising one another amongst the nighttime trees. They feel up each other’s zippers, chains, and studs—a clothed grope fest as Moses teaches that, other than “trans-westites, [who] long for women’s organs, leather freaks are the fags with the most hang-ups.” In fact, “The leather queers are really nice, polite people who suffer from their own weakness.” And that’s when Daniel, “bored with talking,” fatefully leaves the bar scene for the park where he “slowly made his way through the tense choreography of men.” (So sayeth Moses.)
Cut to outside a public restroom (a “well-known meeting place”). Men who cruise restrooms “despise tearoom trade,” the voice of Moses trembles. Hustlers—“usually runaways from broken homes” who are “often not queer”—frequent these spots. (Assorted hustlers and fags mill about as a piece of rough trade stands like a sentinel in front of the door.) A group of queers emerge and pile circus-style into a car. An old fag cruises Daniel but strikes out (duh!) before getting beat up by rough trade.
Next up: a drag queen singing in a mixed homo bar—a tattooed leather daddy staring stoically from a table nearby. And there’s Daniel! He’s “drowning himself in alcohol and cigarettes” while other fags try to “forget themselves in a frantic atmosphere”—i.e., a black guy and a white guy doing a chicken dance to “Rock Around The Clock”, which blares from the jukebox. An old yodeling queen appears. Daniel sees his friend Paul, asks if he can go back to his communal pad. And that’s where von Praunheim’s film finally reaches its climax—a psychotherapy session with a group of naked fags! Sitting in a circle, they berate Daniel in their dubbed voices. “You’ve become a real full time faggot!” “You’re becoming neurotic, a whore who doesn’t even get paid!” The Teutonic accents start calling for a gay pride awakening, a consciousness-raising “We’re here, we’re queer!” movement. “Queens and butches have to stop opposing and fight together side by side!” “Come out of the closet! Take to the streets!” “Erotically free! Socially involved!” The commentary continues even as the credits roll over a pink background—even as I can’t stop laughing over the “trans-westites,” leather freaks, and glorious tearoom trade.
Rosa von Praunheim’s camp masterpiece is preceded by Jean-Marie Straub’s 1968 B&W short The Bridegroom, the Comedienne and the Pimp,which opens on the static nighttime streets of Munich, the camera whisking by German signs for Wrigley’s chewing gum and occasional figures outside bars and cafes, all seen from a fast moving car and scored to the sounds of swelling symphony music. The images repeat over and over again. Suddenly we’re jolted to a different, simulated reality—the small stage of a thrown together play (in this case Ferdinand Bruckner’s Sickness of Youth, as performed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s Anti-Theater troupe). A bored woman complains about her man, “Even with a virtuoso you get to have enough.” Another buys her lover a Rococo desk because, “He says on an ancient desk he’ll write better things.” Relationships come and go, and soon it’s back to the street. A black man has just left his white lover’s home. Straub’s camera—the POV of a white man in another car—follows him, and this culminates in a chase and attempted attack.
Cut to a wedding ceremony, the black groom and blonde bride taking vows as if in another play. Everyone is acting predetermined roles for the sake of society. (Fassbinder’s cocky character in Sickness of Youth even proposes marriage—as a “social integration.”) Next it’s off to a pasture, a car approaching in the distance. The newlyweds arrive at their home, speaking in poetry on the way to the door. Unfortunately, the bride’s former pimp (Fassbinder) is waiting inside with a gun. Straub’s camera stays on her as she takes the weapon and shoots him, evincing all the drama of filching a cigarette and lighting it. What does this all mean? Why is it paired with von Praunheim’s film? I haven’t a clue, though I’m sure Jean Genet would have known.
Oscar 2019 Winner Predictions: Adapted Screenplay
After walking back almost all of its bad decisions ahead of this year’s Oscars, there’s no way AMPAS isn’t going to do the right thing here.
Eric and I have done a good job this year of only selectively stealing each other’s behind-the-scenes jokes. We have, though, not been polite about stepping on each other’s toes in other ways. Okay, maybe just Eric, who in his impeccable take on the original screenplay free-for-all detailed how the guilds this year have almost willfully gone out of their way to “not tip the Oscar race too clearly toward any one film.” Case in point: Can You Ever Forgive Me? winning the WGA’s adapted screenplay trophy over presumed Oscar frontrunner BlacKkKlansman. A glitch in the matrix? We think so. Eric and I are still in agreement that the race for best picture this year is pretty wide open, though maybe a little less so in the wake of what seemed like an easy win for the Spike Lee joint. Nevertheless, we all know that there’s no Oscar narrative more powerful than “it’s about goddamn time,” and it was so powerful this year that even the diversity-challenged BAFTAs got the memo, giving their adapted screenplay prize to Lee, Charlie Wachtel, David Rabinowitz, and Kevin Willmott. To bamboozle Lee at this point would, admittedly, be so very 2019, but given that it’s walked back almost all of its bad decisions ahead of this year’s Oscars, there’s no way AMPAS isn’t going to do the right thing.
Will Win: BlacKkKlansman
Could Win: Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Should Win: BlacKkKlansman
Oscar 2019 Winner Predictions: Original Screenplay
This season, Hollywood is invested in celebrating the films they love while dodging the cultural bullets coming at them from every angle.
You know, if it weren’t for the show’s producers effectively and repeatedly saying everything about the Academy Awards is terrible and needs to be changed, and the year’s top-tier contenders inadvertently confirming their claims, this would’ve been a comparatively fun and suspenseful Oscar season. None of us who follow the Academy Awards expect great films to win; we just hope the marathon of precursors don’t turn into a Groundhog Day-style rinse and repeat for the same film, ad nauseam.
On that score, mission accomplished. The guilds have been handing their awards out this season as though they met beforehand and assigned each voting body a different title from Oscar’s best picture list so as not to tip the Oscar race too clearly toward any one film. SAG? Black Panther. PGA? Green Book. DGA? Roma. ASC? Cold War. ACE? Bryan Singer’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Even awards-season kryptonite A Star Is Born got an award for contemporary makeup from the MUAHS. (That’s the Make-Up Artists and Hair Stylists Guild, not the sound Lady Gaga fans have been making ever since A Star Is Born’s teaser trailer dropped last year.)
Not to be outdone, the Writers Guild of America announced their winners last weekend, and not only did presumed adapted screenplay frontrunner BlacKkKlansman wind up stymied by Can You Ever Forgive Me?, but the original screenplay prize went to Eighth Grade, which wasn’t even nominated for an Oscar. Bo Burnham twisted the knife into AMPAS during his acceptance speech: “To the other nominees in the category, have fun at the Oscars, losers!” In both his sarcasm and his surprise, it’s safe to say he speaks on behalf of us all.
As is always the case, WGA’s narrow eligibility rules kept a presumed favorite, The Favourite, out of this crucial trial heat. But as the balloting period comes to a close, the question remains just how much enthusiasm or affection voters have for either of the two films with the most nominations (Roma being the other). As a recent “can’t we all just get along” appeal by Time’s Stephanie Zacharek illustrates, the thing Hollywood is most invested in this season involves bending over backward, Matrix-style, to celebrate the films they love and still dodge the cultural bullets coming at them from every angle.
Maybe it’s just tunnel vision from the cultural vacuum Oscar voters all-too-understandably would prefer to live in this year, but doesn’t it seem like The Favourite’s tastefully ribald peppering of posh-accented C-words would be no match for the steady litany of neo-Archie Bunkerisms spewing from Viggo Mortensen’s crooked mouth? Especially with First Reformed’s Paul Schrader siphoning votes from among the academy’s presumably more vanguard new recruits? We’ll fold our words in half and eat them whole if we’re wrong, but Oscar’s old guard, unlike John Wayne, is still alive and, well, pissed.
Will Win: Green Book
Could Win: The Favourite
Should Win: First Reformed
Watch: Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir, Starring Honor Swinton Byrne and Tilda Swinton, Gets First Trailer
Joanna Hogg has been flying under the radar for some time, but that’s poised to change in a big way.
British film director and screenwriter Joanna Hogg, whose impeccably crafted 2013 film Exhibition we praised on these pages for its “disarming mixture of the remarkable and the banal,” has been flying under the radar for the better part of her career. But that’s poised to change in a big way with the release of her latest film, The Souvenir, which won the Grand Jury Prize at this year’s Sundance Film Festival. Prior to the film’s world premiere at the festival, A24 and Curzon Artificial Eye acquired its U.S. and U.K. distribution rights, respectively. Below is the official description of the film:
A shy but ambitious film student (Honor Swinton Byrne) begins to find her voice as an artist while navigating a turbulent courtship with a charismatic but untrustworthy man (Tom Burke). She defies her protective mother (Tilda Swinton) and concerned friends as she slips deeper and deeper into an intense, emotionally fraught relationship that comes dangerously close to destroying her dreams.
And below is the film’s first trailer:
A24 will release The Souvenir on May 17.