Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: The Taqwacores

This movie kicked ass! Bursting with energy, funny, some great cinematography, good character development and of course some great music (I’m not into punk, but damn, you couldn’t not like it). Educational, too: The Taqwacores served as a crash course on Islam, and a look into a culture I’m really not familiar with.

This movie kicked ass! Bursting with energy, funny, some great cinematography, good character development and of course some great music (I’m not into punk, but damn, you couldn’t not like it). Educational, too: The Taqwacores served as a crash course on Islam, and a look into a culture I’m really not familiar with.

The viewpoint character is Yusef, an innocent and observant Muslim who moves into a household of Muslim punk rockers. Too punk for mainstream Muslims, too Muslim for other punks, they and many others formed their own scene and community of outsiders, calling themselves “Taqwacores”. Though at first appalled by their weird habits, Yusef finds that they are as devout as him, each in their own way; though there’s quite a bit of friction (especially with the hardcore straight-edge landlord Umar), there’s also mutual respect and openness, and they manage to live together in something like harmony.

The movie only has one queer character, and not a very major one; this is still a change from the novel on which it’s based. Along with a couple of major female characters (especially Rabeya, the “burqa girl”), he adds a nice dash of gender and queer politics into the mix.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: All Boys

This film by Markku Keikkinen is an expose of the Eastern European gay porn industry, focusing on a minor porn studio based in Prague, one of many that sprang up in Eastern Europe in the mid-90’s. It’s a brutally fair and unforgiving look past the fantasies, at the actual business of selling sex and the people who make it work.

This film by Markku Keikkinen is an expose of the Eastern European gay porn industry, focusing on a minor porn studio based in Prague, one of many that sprang up in Eastern Europe in the mid-90’s. It’s a brutally fair and unforgiving look past the fantasies, at the actual business of selling sex and the people who make it work.

What we’re seeing is, mostly, pretty messed up people and dysfunctional relationships. Of the three performers who were interviewed, two left the business after a couple of years and seem to have built a life on their own (but say they’ll never go back, and don’t want to talk about it much), but a third really went downhill, ending up homeless and tweaked out of his gourd. To be fair, he never seemed that together in the first place, but the sudden fame, money, and a 3-year relationship with the director (a man twice his age, with issues of his own) probably didn’t help.

Intentionally or not, the documentary serves as a deconstruction of the porn itself. In a few instances, viewers are treated to short clips of the interviewees in action, mostly the scene-setting and foreplay parts. To me this was not a turn-on, instead highlighting just how silly and artless these fantasies are.

During the Q&A, the director revealed that he’d shot a lot more footage, and was planning to release it on DVD to paint a broader picture. Also, that he couldn’t get access to larger studios like Bel Ami or William Higgins, specifically because his work would shatter the fantasy.

When asked if he had any interviews with young men happy in the industry, Keikkinen said yes, but only Berliners. They’re much more aware of their choices and the politics, but the culture in Eastern Europe is very different.

One scene in the movie (plus shots of several DVD covers) brought up the increase in bareback porn, but there was no subsequent discussion on HIV or other STIs, and what the studios are doing to stem it. That may be material for the subsequent DVDs. Keikkinen did mention something about a syphilis epidemic in Prague in 2006–2007, which may have been the final blow to the local porn scene, though economic realities meant it had been imploding for a while anyway.

Jason Karman hosted this movie so that, just as we buy fair trade coffee, we should also make ethical choices in the porn we consume. People are being exploited, and our dollars shouldn’t go to supporting that exploitation. Great point, and well taken. This documentary painted an incomplete picture, maybe, but was excellent food for thought, and though some hated it I found it a great addition to the VQFF lineup. Kind of an odd choice to pair it up with the ultra-fluffy Violet Tendencies, though…

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Violet Tendencies

Meet Violet, the last single fag hag in her circle. She has an active social life with a large number of lovely, exciting, eccentric friends, friends who love everything about her… except her pussy. Will Violet ever find a man to fulfill all her needs? Will she ever meet her elusive “fag stag,” or is she looking for love in all the wrong places?

You take the good,
You take the bad
You take them both and there you have
The facts of life
The facts of life

Meet Violet, the last single fag hag in her circle. She has an active social life with a large number of lovely, exciting, eccentric friends, friends who love everything about her… except her pussy. Will Violet ever find a man to fulfill all her needs? Will she ever meet her elusive “fag stag,” or is she looking for love in all the wrong places?

Well, so that’s what Mindy Cohn has been up to! I haven’t seen her since The Facts of Life folded, but apparently she’s been starring in a number of shows. (Incidentally, some people talked about having a Facts of Life singalong before the movie, but that never materialised. Boo.) She brings tons of energy to her role, equally at ease with the witty comebacks as with the physical comedy.

Violet Tendencies is very light, fluffy comedy: not a whole lot of character development, all conflicts neatly resolved at the end. But hey, that’s exactly what I signed up for. And, there was a bit of substance to the storyline, especially Violet’s relationship with Vern. He seemed interesting at first, until the viewers realised that underneath a passionate love of architecture was a pretty small-minded and boring man who had nothing in common with her. To be with him, Violet would have to change or hide everything special about herself, give up all her longtime friends and her life in New York. In the end she decided it wasn’t worth it.

The film’s gorgeous director, Casper Andreas, was in attendance to answer questions (apparently Mindy Cohn is a huge fag hag in real life), and had DVD copies of the movie for sale. I got mine, signed!

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: The Coast Is Queer

Wow, that was an awesome crop of movies this year! Fifteen short films were showcased, ranging in quality from “pretty good” to “excellent”. I’ll just mention the ones that made a strong impression on me.

Wow, that was an awesome crop of movies this year! Fifteen short films were showcased, ranging in quality from “pretty good” to “excellent”. I’ll just mention the ones that made a strong impression on me.

Butch Tits

Butch dykes. Showing off their tits. Talking about their tits. Playing with their tits. Yeah, there were a lot of tits. Am I ever going to stop saying “tits”?

The Original Movie

I’ll be honest here, I have no clue what the fuck that was about. Did I love it? Oh yeah. The visuals (silhouette animation, which I’ve never seen before at the VQFF) and the music were amazing, the plot was… you know what? I don’t care. I could have watched this all night.

The Heist

A gang of beautiful cat burglars plans to steal a special shoe from the Vancouver Museum’s Fluevog exhibition. Gorgeously filmed in black-and-white, the better to show off every ribbon and sparkle, with fantastic choreography and catchy music, this might be one of the best films of the night.

Stay

The theme here is love vs. fear. Should you come out to your parents and spend the night (the whole night) with your boyfriend, or stay in the closet and risk losing him? Love wins in the end. A little by-the-numbers, but well acted and executed.

Online

Dayton juxtaposes pictures of surfing the net and jerking off, with a voiceover narrating his most heartfelt confessions and darkest fears. Gripping, raw, powerful.

Sleep Tight

Well, shit, I had no idea bedbugs were such horrible beasts. lisa g and her girlfriend found out the hard way in 2006 when their apartment was infested. They filmed the entire ordeal—washing clothes and sheets, moving furniture, bagging up everything, fumigation—only editing and releasing the movie last year.

Super Queer

Okay, that was just too cute for words. A superhero who changes into his secret identity by twirling around like Wonder Woman (but with more sparkles) and who turns gaybashers into prancing queens with lavender lightning? Be honest, who hasn’t fantasized about someone like that?

Ms. Thing

Hey, Karen X Tulchinsky’s a director! This fake infomercial hawks a female version of Thing (you know, from The Addams Family) for all the lonely gals tired of the club scene who need a helping hand. Terrifically acted, cutely raunchy, and so very funny.

Horsey

Until last night, I could honestly say I’ve never seen a woman suck on a rubber dick worn by another woman, in a tux, wearing a horse’s head. After last night, I can no longer make that claim. Bren Ryder and Amber Dawn star in this offbeat little flick about fantasy and desire. Come for the confessions, stay for the horsey sex.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Riffs On The Theme Of Activism

For various reasons I missed The Love That Won’t Shut Up, Rex vs Singh, and The Portside. I’d be damned if I was going to miss the last of the screenings commissioned by the Queer History Project.

Riffs consists of five very short films (about 5 minutes long on average), with the focus being on a panel discussion with the directors. Moving and informative, Riffs is an excellent conclusion to an already fantastic series.

For various reasons I missed The Love That Won’t Shut Up, Rex vs Singh, and The Portside. I’d be damned if I was going to miss this screening, the last of the series commissioned by the Queer History Project.

Riffs consists of five very short films (about 5 minutes long on average), with the focus being on a panel discussion with the directors. Moving and informative, Riffs is an excellent conclusion to an already fantastic series.

Butte

Shot in 2006 by, and starring, Byron Chief Moon, it shows him dancing and meditating on Blood Reserve land in southern Alberta. The visuals are stunning (seriously, that is one beautiful landscape), and Chief Moon does a wonderful job of wordlessly communicating his deep connection to the land, but I couldn’t quite see what it had to do with history or activism. But as he explained during the Q&A, this was a way for him, an urban queer, to reconnect to the land of his ancestors.

Laughing Behind Enemy Lines

This funny and touching documentary by David C Jones gives us a glimpse of the drag entertainers of the 50’s and 60’s, back when homosexuality was still illegal. They didn’t have parades then, or a bookstore, but through their acts, and bringing like-minded people together, these drag queens helped plant the seeds of a true community. Was it activism? Hell yes, though they may not have thought so at the time.

And I learned something, too: one of the interviewees (who owned a nightclub called Roddy’s) briefly ran a queer bootleg club in 1955! Bootleg? Well, BC was one of several provinces that briefly flirted with Prohibition, but that ended in 1920. However, sale of liquor could only take place in government-controlled stores. It’s possible those stores wouldn’t sell to gay people or businesses back then. Fascinating either way!

In The Garden

This is another short that’s at first sight not obviously related to history or activism. Or queerness, for that matter. Debora O uses old footage obtained from her father of their personal garden, and in her voiceover praises the art of community and urban gardening: it affords us a powerful connection with the earth (so often missing with urban folks), with our bodies, with the world at large, and draws the vital link between consumption and cultivation. She concludes that queers, especially, need to reach out and connect just like urban gardeners.

Which might seem a little tacked on, but there is a connection. Queers, she said in the post-show Q&A, are doing a lot of work in community gardening. In fact, her her community garden was started by a queer woman. And, the movie is partly about her family history: she loves loves piecing together stories, stories that were lost when her family immigrated. It’s not always accurate, but it’s a start.

A Film For W.G.

Gwen Haworth delivers this short homage to Vancouver’s trans activists of the 90’s. It was then that trans people (mostly trans women at first, but then branching out to include trans men) started to come together and work for their rights. Featured is Jamie Lee Hamilton, still going strong today, and came very close to getting on the Vancouver City Council in 1996. There’s also the Zenith Foundation, maybe one of the earliest trans groups, who was distributing a newsletter in the early 90’s. An interesting look at a very young, but already very diverse, movement.

I See The Fear

Well, that was a punch in the gut, wasn’t it? This collage of photos and videos by Joe Average and Jamie Griffiths, displaying Joe’s progressing lipoatrophy starting in 2003. It’s raw and unforgiving, daring us to look away—the already troubling images then enhanced by other visual effects, giving them even more of a skeletal or demonic look. The main purpose of the movie, for his, was to make art as therapy and healing. But also to counter the media talking about AIDS as a manageable disease, thanks to new drugs. Younger generations believe there are no consequences to unsafe sex, but drugs still have serious side effects. With this movie and others like it, we can learn from history and hopefully avoid making the same mistakes twice.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: The Butch Factor

Hm. Okay. This documentary is going to be a tough one to review. From what I’m hearing it was extremely polarising, with people saying they hated it, it made them angry, they almost walked out. I didn’t almost walk out, and it didn’t make me angry; I agreed with the basic thesis, but had definite problems with some of the actual interviews and scenes.

Hm. Okay. This documentary is going to be a tough one to review. From what I’m hearing it was extremely polarising, with people saying they hated it, it made them angry, they almost walked out. I didn’t almost walk out, and it didn’t make me angry; I agreed with the basic thesis, but had definite problems with some of the actual interviews and scenes.

In short, The Butch Factor asks the question: what is masculinity? How do you live it? How do you define it? Through a series of interviews with butch gay men, a couple of more effeminate men, and one FTM transsexual, all relating their experiences, as well some academics discussing the theory and wider issues, it reaches the conclusion that what’s called “masculinity” has changed over the years, is expressed very differently in different cultures, so when you get right down to it—especially in the gay community—masculinity is whatever you define it to be.

This stance is to me a major cop-out. It ignores the politics of gender and sex

None of this was really new to me; I’d already picked up a lot of the theory from reading various articles and books on queer history and gender theory. But what I found problematic was some of the statements—and unspoken assumptions—from the butch interviewees. One pattern I noticed was a desire to distance themselves from a gay identity. For example, one started talking about his “sexual orientation,” then caught himself and corrected it to “sexual preference.” Another (possibly the same, I’m not sure) brought up how his sexuality was only a small part of his life, only one of many labels he wore, so he didn’t see why he should emphasise it.

Which… yes, is technically true, as far as it goes. The thing is, this stance is to me a major cop-out. It ignores the politics of gender and sex, and ignores the reality that all of these labels—gay, straight, bi, queer, etc—are already loaded with cultural baggage; I have a hard time seeing how you can easily separate your sex life from your life in general. It sounds more like something out of the Log Cabin Republican songbook than anything else.

The other worrying viewpoint shared by many of these men is a seemingly clear idea of what “masculinity” really is. One said that it was about integrity; another, about protection (ie: protecting your partner or other people); another, about discipline. But all of these fine virtues are either linked to masculinity in some specific cultures (like mainstream white North American) or could be applied to all people everywhere, men or women! Do women not get to have integrity? Are women not allowed to be protective?

The impression I’m getting from these interviews is that these “masculine” men have internalised quite a lot of mainstream (heterosexual) culture’s criteria of masculinity: namely, that masculinity is an ideal that must be striven for, and that it means discipline, control, competition, and something to prove—maybe competition with other men, certainly competition with yourself.

And above all, “masculinity” means “non-femininity.” Several times the interviewees told about being uncomfortable in mainstream gay culture, with its obsession with pop culture, fashion and shallow beauty, and preferring manly pursuits like rugby and drinking with the lads. Hey, fair enough: I don’t like the club scene much, am mostly indifferent to Lady Gaga, might be described as “fashion-impaired,” and absolutely love playing volleyball with the VGVA. I think it’s great that there are spaces in the gay community for sports and related activities. But that doesn’t mean I’ll agree with guys like Jack Malebranche, author of Androphilia: Rejecting the Gay Identity, Reclaiming Masculinity. He was interviewed in the movie, and his position is… well, the title pretty much says it all. The gay community has placed too much emphasis on the feminine, and that needs to change. Just how we should change, and what our alternatives are, he didn’t make clear in the interview, and I’m not buying the book just to find out.

I see The Butch Factor as an homage to the wide variety of gay men who define and redefine masculinity every day.

But in spite of the title, the movie does give a voice to non-butch men; those who could never pass for straight, who were taunted and abused in school, and who came out the other side with a perspective and empathy that their manlier brothers seem to lack. And a certain toughness, too. The masculine men mentioned a few times that masculinity does not equal toughness, and that a drag queen can be just as tough as the most straight-acting bodybuilder.

I see The Butch Factor as an homage not to masculinity, but to the wide variety of gay men who define and redefine masculinity every day, though it took a pretty odd path to get there. And maybe as a critique of the gay community as a whole: as disjointed as the documentary was, with academic gays vs. blue-collar gays, butch vs. nellie, you might see it as a reflection of our community itself. It’s true that we split ourselves off in sub-communities (though I question whether we have it worse now than a generation ago); it’s true that there are gay men who are uncomfortable with drag queens or any amount of gender bending; it’s probably true that the current mainstream porn look (big muscles, hairless bodies, more youthful appearance) is a reaction to the AIDS epidemic.

What’s the bottom line? Maybe there isn’t one, apart from the aforementioned “don’t worry too much about labels, just live your life as best you can.” If so, you could question whether the whole documentary was really useful, if all these interviews and talking heads were just leading up to this. I think it was, if only to highlight just how many strong opinions there are out there. That alone makes it a worthy entry in the Queer Film Fest.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Mr. Right

I expected a light, fluffy comedy like The People I’ve Slept With, but this movie turned out to have quite a bit of drama and character development.

I expected a light, fluffy comedy like The People I’ve Slept With, but this movie turned out to have quite a bit of drama and character development.

The (mostly) parallel storylines revolve around the trials and tribulations of a network of gay friends in London, along with their fag hag friend. Alex is growing up and taking charge of his life away from his ex, William has to juggle raising a daughter and trying to have a love life, Lars is probably cheating on Tom, Louise is worried her new boyfriend will end up being gay (like all the other ones, apparently). All interesting stories with characters that play with, but ultimately transcend, gay stereotypes.

The only slightly annoying aspect is Louise’s storyline and her bad luck finding non-gay boyfriends, which seemed tacked on, and incidentally the only one that was played purely for laughs. The opening scene seemed to imply she would be the central character, but we ended up seeing comparatively very little of her, and her presence didn’t add anything to the other storylines. That’s not a big complaint, mind you: I enjoyed the movie very much, and it’s only in hindsight that I’m asking, why was Louise even there?

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: The People I’ve Slept With

Oh my fucking gawd, that was amazing. I was a little hesitant to like it, since just before the screening I learned that director Quentin Lee also directed the short Little Love, which I wasn’t that crazy about. But good news, it looks like his forte is light comedy!

Oh my fucking gawd, that was amazing. I was a little hesitant to like it, since just before the screening I learned that director Quentin Lee also directed the short Little Love, which I wasn’t that crazy about. But good news, it looks like his forte is light comedy! 2% serious and 98% pants-wettingly hilarious, it hits every cliché in the gay-com and rom-com books with shameless abandon and makes it work. And I won’t even mention the over-the-top silly scenes, like Angela collecting her DNA samples.

Props to the actors (except the guy playing Lawrence, who was cute but bland) for their great work and especially the physical comedy. And though the comedy was heavy on clichés, it never descended into shallow stereotypes: all the main characters are nicely fleshed-out; we’re (mostly) laughing with them, not at them. A great job all around!

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Pornography: A Thriller

Well, that was a mindfuck and a half! Hot porn stars, a mythical snuff tape and urban legends collide in this creepy nightmarish thriller. From the synopsis I expected weird horror, and at first that’s what it looked like I was getting. The first act, dealing with the life and disappearance of porn star Mark Anton, was really disturbing but had no overtly supernatural elements.

Well, that was a mindfuck and a half! Hot porn stars, a mythical snuff tape and urban legends collide in this creepy nightmarish thriller directed by David Kittredge. From the synopsis I expected weird horror, and at first that’s what it looked like I was getting. The first act, dealing with the life and disappearance of porn star Mark Anton, was really disturbing but had no overtly supernatural elements. The second act, following Mike’s research into porn stars of yesteryear, ramps up the horror with possession, mysterious photographs, disappearances, desperate phone calls, and our first glimpse at Anton’s snuff film.

The third act takes it up to 11 and twists off the knob, as past and present and reality and fiction collide, porn-star-turned-director Matt plans to recreate Mark Anton’s most famous video (though it came to him in a dream), but keeps getting glimpses of the past and various shadowy presents.

I expected Porn: A Thriller to be closer to The Ring, with the mysterious deaths, curses and deep dark secrets. But in fact it’s closer to House of Leaves in that it plays fast and loose with the fourth wall, and multiple layers of stories. That’s just fine by me, though not everybody thought so. From what I understand, this was an extremely polarising movie, with half the audience either confused or bored, and the other half enjoying the feel of their minds getting a good fucking. Me, I was in the second camp. I’ve read House of Leaves and love it, so I was ready to just sit back and go with the flow. I give this movie two (scared, shaky) thumbs up.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Strong and Silent Types

My first show of the festival was a collection of five short films about—as the name implies—men and masculinity. A little uneven, it was still a very good kickoff to my VQFF experience.

My first show of the festival was a collection of five short films about—as the name implies—men and masculinity. A little uneven, it was still a very good kickoff to my VQFF experience.

Last Call

A neat little fantasy of a broken man who, upon dying, must make peace with his messed up life before he can move on. The symbolism is clear: Gavin’s purgatory is a bar, perfectly fitting since alcoholism had been his actual purgatory for the last 2 years of his life. And his paradise? his first meeting with Mark. He’ll get to live a perfect moment forever, or possibly (this just occurred to me) get the chance to take his life in another direction. The ending’s deliberately ambiguous, and that’s okay.

Little Love

That was a miss, I feel. The love triangle story was predictable, the characters forgettable, the voiceovers annoying with their exposition of plot and inner feelings. Show, don’t tell!

Disarm

Take one butch, musclebound jock, comfortable in his gayness but lonely and withdrawn; add one somewhat-less-butch hustler, obsessively straight-acting and sneering at femmy guys; put them together, and you get a blisteringly intense conversation about masculinity, gay-bashing, identity, goals, repressed pain and being true to yourself. Overall I liked this film very much, the acting was quite good and the subject matter dense and engaging, though the writing felt forced at times, jumping from topic as though it had a long checklist to cover, and temporarily snapping me out of the story. Shame; with a little more editing, I think this could have been a real winner.

Promise

That was pretty fucking disturbing, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. On the even of their wedding, the long-simmering tension between the two protagonists comes to a head in abuse and rape. Neither of the men comes off looking good: Stuart cheated on Chris, is a shameless attention whore and deliberately pushes his buttons, but Chris is also revealed to be a controlling dick and, well, ends up doing the raping. I don’t think we’re supposed to take sides—they’re both terribly flawed, and have to decide on their own where to go from here.

Professor Godoy

Math nerdery and intergenerational attraction between teacher and student combine in this nice, slow-paced Brazilian film. Unfortunately, for me it doesn’t go beyond “nice”. The characters were cyphers, and the story feels very by-the-numbers. I wanted to like it, especially since the director was in the audience, but… no, it just didn’t do it for me.