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Fox
And His Friends
(Faustrecht der Freiheit)
1975
Director::
Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Screenplay:
Rainer Werner
Fassbinder Christian Hohoff
Starring:
Rainer Werner Fassbinder,
Peter Chatel, Karlheinz Böhm, Adrian Hoven, Christiane Maybach, Harry
Baer, Hans Zander, Kurt Raab
Unrated, 123 minutes

In
A Year Of 13 Moons
(In einem Jahr mit 13 Monden)
1978
Director/Screenplay:
Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Starring:
Volker Spengler, Ingrid Caven, Gottfried John, Saitz Elisabeth Trissenaar,
Eva Mattes, Günther Kaufmann, Lilo Pempeit, Isolde Barth, Karl Scheydt
Unrated, 124 minutes

Querelle
1982
Director::
Werner Fassbinder
Screenplay:
Burkhard Driest Rainer Werner Fassbinder
From the novel
by Jean Genet
Starring:
Brad Davis, Franco Nero, Jeanne Moreau, Laurent Malet, Hanno Pöschl, Günther
Kaufmann, Burkhard Driest, Roger Fritz, Dieter Schidor
Unrated, 108 minutes
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Cinema
of the Absurd
by
Michael D. Klemm
Reprinted
from Outcome, May, 2000

The late Rainer Werner
Fassbinder, along with Werner Herzog and Volker Schlondorff, re-defined
German cinema in the 1970s. Fassbinder directed 43 features between 1965
and 1982, including Berlin Alexanderplatz, a 16 hour miniseries
for German television, and these films range from brilliant to awful.He
surrounded himself with a circle of bohemian artists and actors, not unlike
Andy Warhol's Factory during the 1960s. Though twice married, he was also
openly gay. Fassbinder was a tortured soul who directed film after film
to escape his own loneliness. By turns generous and abusive, he reportedly
drove two male lovers to suicide while he slid into an abyss of extravagant
drug use. He was only 36 when he died of a drug overdose (some say suicide)
in 1982.
Fassbinder
often cited the Hollywood melodramas of Douglas Sirk as a major influence
though stylistically his work seems to have much more in common with Godard.
His films are complex, with layers of symbolism piled atop simple plots
featuring the underbelly of German society. A few of his films candidly
depict gay and transgendered characters and three of the major ones, Fox
and His Friends, In a Year of 13 Moons and Querelle,
will be discussed here.
Fox
and His Friends (Faustrecht der Freiheit),
1975, chronicles the sad tale of Fox, played by Fassbinder himself, a
homely gay man who suddenly finds himself the toast of high society when
he wins $500,000 in a lottery. Fox is a member of a circus side show that
is shut down by the police. A chance encounter in a public lavatory with
Max, a wealthy antique dealer, leads to a new life. Max's snobby friends
sneer at this young man in desperate need of a bath but, when Fox wins
the lottery, they become greedy vultures who welcome him into their circle
with open arms.
Fox
sheds his worn denim jacket for an expensive leather coat and his old
friends complain that he is putting on airs. Fox snubs them, especially
when a handsome young man named Eugen professes his love. "I'm a
Proletarian, we're more potent," Fox tells his new lover as they
enjoy marathon sex together. Eugen soon talks Fox into buying an exclusive
flat and furnishing it with expensive antiques. Eugen's family owns a
factory which faces bankruptcy and Fox offers financial assistance. It
is soon obvious to everyone, except Fox, that he is being used.
Fox
and His Friends
is really about class and the homosexuality of the leads is almost incidental.
This is rare for films from the 1970s, even European ones. Rather than
explore coming out issues, Fassbinder instead spins the tale of a poor
lower class slob who is abused by rich upper class snobs. What begins
as a comedy of manners shifts into a study in humiliation as Eugen continually
embarrasses Fox in public by correcting his conduct and belittling his
tastes. Later, when the money is almost gone, Eugene coldly announces
"We must stop making love every day. We're not starry-eyed lovers
any more."
The
story unfolds with the simplicity of a fable, shaded with subtle nuances
of character. It is beautifully acted and photographed. In light of the
director's more avante-garde later works, Fox is one of his most accessible
films. Criticisms have been leveled that it is just another story about
a victimized gay man. True, except that in this case it is other gay men
who are his tormentors. Being a victim is a distinction that Fox shares
with most of the leads in Fassbinder's oeuvre.
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In
A Year Of 13 Moons (In Einem Jahr Mit 13 Moden),
1978, is a variation on a similar theme. Volker Spengler is Elvira, a
lonely transsexual once known to his acquaintances as Erwin before
his journey to Casablanca for a botched operation. As Erwin, he had a
wife and a daughter before falling in love with a wealthy industrialist
who dumped him shortly after his sex change. Elvira then entered an abusive
relationship with a actor named Christoph.
The
film begins with Elvira, dressed as a man to solicit sex in a park, being
beaten by leather men after they discover that she is a woman. This powerful
opening is followed by an ugly and abusive scene where Elvira comes home
in time to see Christoph packing his bags. Elvira confronts past lovers
in the remaining episodes while wallowing in self pity.
Elvira may be one
of the pathetic characters ever to flicker on the silver screen. Unfortunately,
Fassbinder muddies the story with political statements, and keeps the
audience at a distance from Elvira by continually offering long monologues
instead of dramatizing the scenes she describes. 13
Moons was written, shot and edited by Fassbinder himself
following the suicide of one of his lovers, and the personal nature of
the film is immediately apparent. But there is often a fine line between
personal statement and self indulgence.
13
Moons is
beautifully photographed with off-centered compositions featuring blank
walls and hallways, as well as scenes filmed in mirrors. It is the very
definition of what most people call an "art film." The viewer
is also assaulted with images of unimaginable ugliness. Erwin's wife was
a butcher's daughter, and Elvira tells the story of their courtship while
the viewer is forced to watch cows being slaughtered and gutted in a meat-packing
plant. The film, in some ways, resembles a novel densely packed with symbolism
like Joyce's Ulysses and demands much from its audience - including
multiple viewings just to comprehend what is going on!
13
Moons
begins splendidly and then lapses into what may initally appear to be
nonsense if you aren't up on 1970s German politics. This is a shame because
Spengler's performance as Elvira is remarkable. The film would have been
much better had it dramatized more of the events in his/her life instead.
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While Fox
and 13 Moons' gay and transgendered protagonists are victims,
Querelle's is a destroyer. Fassbinder's
final film is an adaptation of the 1949 homoerotic sailor-port novel by
Jean Genet, Querelle de Brest.
The
image of the virile sailor has fascinated many gay artists, but unlike
Melville's cherubic sailor, Billy Budd, Genet's Querelle is the angel
of death. Unsure of his true nature, Querelle has sex with, and then betrays,
almost every character in the novel. The slight plot is padded with long
erotic descriptions of Querelle's handsome appearance, mixed with religious
symbolism, doppelgangers and existentialist philosophy. Fassbinder tries
to find a cinematic equivalent to Genet's elaborate prose by stylizing
everything in his film... from the settings to the acting.
Brad
Davis stars as Querelle, the murderous sailor and the object of everyone's
affection in the port town of Brest. Querelle
begins as shipbound sailors tell tales about Brest's notorious brothel
where all losers at dice have to sleep with the owner, Nono (Gunther Kaufmann
- whom Fassbinder called his "Bavarian Negro.") When Querelle
deals drugs with Nono, he is reunited with his rivalrous brother, Robert
- the current boytoy of Nono's wife, Madame Lysiane (Jeanne Moreau). Lysiane
is smitten by Querelle from the moment he enters the brothel. The ship's
captain, Seblon (Franco Nero), is also smitten by Querelle and
delivers long erotic monologues into his tape recorder.
Querelle
pretends to seduce, and then murders, his smuggling accomplice. He then
loses at dice, on purpose, to Nono. "No kissing," Querelle
demands. That would be too feminine. This is followed by another sexual
encounter with the leather-clad Chief of Police. He then befriends, makes
love to, and betrays a sexually confused dock worker. Finally, Seblon
rescues Querelle from a street fight and the two men return to the ship
arm-in-arm.
Forget
a conventional plot, this is a film that can only be enjoyed for its stylistic
excesses. Querelle is probably
one of the "gayest" films in cinema history. The very artificial
set is always bathed in a warm red glow, and is dotted with castle towers
that are, literally, shaped like penises. The hell-like atmosphere oozes
homo-eroticism at every turn, and every character is defined by his sexuality.
One gets the impression that Fassbinder was trying to depict his favorite
wet dream on celluloid. While obviously the work of a once-brilliant artist,
many incoherent scenes suggest that the director's drug-use was taking
its toll.
Part
of the blame can be assigned to Genet's novel, a work which does not lend
itself easily towards cinematic adaptation. Attempts to infuse Genet's
poetic language into the film bogs the storyline down with title cards
and intrusive narration. This even seeps into the dialogue. For example,
Querelle whispers to Seblon that "afterwards I may rest across your
thighs, as a pieta, and you will watch over me as Mary watches over the
dead Jesus." Adding to this aura of seriousness is a baritone choir
dominating the soundtrack.
The
action in Querelle moves at
a snail's pace. Visually, the late Brad Davis is perfect as Querelle.
Davis was handsome, in a Montgomery Clift mode, while resembling rough
trade. He spends most of the film wearing skin tight white clothes, his
large hairy chest continually on display through a sweeping tank top.
Almost every shot is a pose, like a Tom of Finland drawing that has come
to life. It's hard to judge his acting, or anyone's for that matter, because
the film is often badly dubbed. Franco Nero comes off the best in a movie
filled with lifeless performances. Jeanne Moreau, a longtime diva of European
cinema, resembles a old drag queen doing Bette Davis.
Critical opinions
on the film differed. Andy Warhol told Fassbinder that it made him hard
and The Advocate called it a "pretentious bore." I, myself,
have seen it several times over the last decade and I still don't know
what to make of it. Yet Querelle's images have haunted me for most of
my adult life. Love it or hate it, no viewer will ever forget it.
Each
of these films are filled with the director's own self-loathing, which
makes reviewing them as gay cinema problematic. Yet they boldly portrayed
gay characters during a time when the subject was far from commonplace.
Each is remarkable in its own way, but hardly the sort that fosters mass
popularity. For those with patience, these films have many riches to offer.
At the very least, they are unique curiosities in the history of gay cinema.
All three films can be rented at Mondo Video, 1109 Elmwood Avenue. Querelle
can also be rented at Rainbow Pride, located in Buddies, 31 Johnson Park.
Reviewer's note
2007: When I reviewed
Querelle 7
years ago, I had only seen the film on a pan-and-scan VHS tape. A few
years ago, the film was released in its full cinemascope wide screen on
DVD. Let me tell you, seeing the film for the first time in its original
screen ratio was a revelation (basically I was missing half of the image
when I'd seen it before). It was like I was seeing a different film. I
had always considered Querelle
to be very
clumsily filmed but now I know it was because I was only seeing half of
Fassbinder's compositions. Many shots would not make any sense unless
you see the film in widescreen. I mean this as the greatest compliment
to the late Mr. Fassbinder when I say that Querelle
is up there with Kubrick's 2001:
A Space Odyssey
- being one of these films that are destroyed
by not seeing them in their entire widescreen glory. You can't tell that
I'm a stickler for letterboxing films now, can you?
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