Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: From Coast To Coast Is Queer

It’s good to be queer and Canadian! This brand-new installment complements The Coast Is Queer to show queer shorts from all over this fair land of ours. The program included a dozen titles, but I’ll only list the ones that made a strong impression on me.

It’s good to be queer and Canadian! This brand-new installment complements The Coast Is Queer to show queer shorts from all over this fair land of ours. The program included a dozen titles, but I’ll only list the ones that made a strong impression on me.

The Island

Filmed in Cold Lake, Alberta, I believe. Cold Lake looks… cold. I guess it’s probably not just miles and miles of snow every day of the year, but damn. Anyway, the snow forms a great contrast to the cute animation and cuter fantasy of an all-gay tropical island.

Lesbian National Parks

Oh, sure, it’s full of easy jokes about endangered lesbian species like the Marxist-Feminist and Bull-Dykus Americanus, but I didn’t care. So funny!

Au pays des esprits

The only French language short of the night (with subtitles). In a letter to his father, the narrator draws parallels between Louis Riel’s resistance and his own. Lovely use of archival footage, but I’m not sure I really got it. I’d probably have to watch it a couple more times.

Labels

Okay, so having a fetish for cowboys makes you Alberta-sexual? Ha! This cute little movie by David C Jones questioned the importance of all the labels we put on our preferences. Incidentally, it got me thinking about The Butch Factor, where some of the men also downplayed the importance of the label “gay”. The difference is, they didn’t play it for laughs.

The Reason Why

One man’s open letter to four of his exes, all named Mark. Drama and humour in equal amounts

Basin

Native drumming and shots of the Athabasca River basin—lovely pristine water and nature, contrasted with the devastation caused by tar sand extraction. Sort of reminded me of Koyaanisqatsi.

Love Exiled

This film focuses on American or half-American couples who had to move to Canada to get married. They speak of being exiled, unable to return because their marriage wouldn’t be recognised. Grandparents are separated from grandchildren, families are split… this is the human cost of bigotry. Not that the bigots care.

Mind you, there’s a potentially happy ending. The movie was done before Judge Walker struck down Prop 8, so an update may show same-sex marriages happening again in California. We can but hope.

That’s Right Diana Barry, You Needed Me

Canada has given us Anne Murray and Anne of Green Gables. Put the two together and what do you get? A sing-along to Anne Murray’s You Needed Me, with shots of Anne Shirley and her bosom friend (heh) Diana Barry, of course! There’s nothing like a little lesbian subtext and audience participation. This was by far the best short of the night, and a serious contender for best short of the whole festival.

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Plan B

Well, that was pretty good: an odd little love triangle out of Argentina, with some very cute moments, excellent acting, and nice cinematography.

Well, that was pretty good: an odd little love triangle out of Argentina, with some very cute moments, excellent acting, and nice cinematography.

The story is that Bruno’s ex, Laura (who he still wants to get back together with), has a new boyfriend, Pablo. Perhaps intending revenge, perhaps just to sabotage their relationship to leave Laura available to him, Bruno starts making friends with Pablo, but the two eventually fall for each other.

I think what really stands out in this movie were the little moments. The two men bonding over a favourite TV show. Asking each other “If you were a toy, what kind of toy would you be?”—and later, as things get a little more serious, buying each other those same toys. Pablo quietly breaking into tears upon realising the game Bruno was playing. The mutual undressing scene near the end, so hilariously awkward. There was a spark there, but the men still didn’t quite know what to do with it. I don’t know if the actors were straight or just damn good at their jobs, but they really sold that scene.

Though some things were lost in translation. I’m not talking about the subtitles, but the style and aesthetics. Like most South American movies I’ve seen, Plan B’s pace is very slow, with loving attention paid to cinematography—either the beach, or the cityscapes. There was a bit near the end where, for a couple of minutes, the movie was nothing but a slow collage of buildings, each cut at least ten seconds long. It just seemed so pointless, the audience was confused, and then started cracking up. To be honest, I joined them. But looking back, I can’t help wondering how South American audiences would see that bit. Maybe there’s meaning there that I’m not getting. Or it could just be self-indulgent directing, who knows?

Vancouver Queer Film Festival Review: Watercolors

Wow, that was… really not good at all. A deadly earnest, by-the-numbers coming out story that felt ripped straight out of an after-school special.

Wow, that was… really not good at all. A deadly earnest, by-the-numbers coming out story that felt ripped straight out of an after-school special. Sensitive nerdy gay boy, check; his feisty PC fag hag BFF (not a minority, but disabled, which still counts), check; broody and tormented jock he falls for, check; gay bashing scene, check; PG-rated sex scene that’s over-the-top perfect and magical and everything, check; oppressive soundtrack that swells like The Song That Goes Like This whenever a Big Dramatic Moment comes up, check. Oh, and the jock dies at the end, having tragically succumbed to his tormenting issues. Check? Sure, why not.

Oy.

Apart from all the clichés, the movie did a lot of things wrong. First, the framing story of an adult Danny (a.k.a. Sensitive Nerdy Gay Boy) as a successful artist who got famous on paintings and drawings of Carter (a.k.a. Broody And Tormented Jock) really doesn’t work. Not only does it depressingly show him as still not over Carter’s death, it’s frankly unnecessary and distracting. The final scene of him reconciling with his boyfriend and presumably moving on for good was kind of sexy but would have been a lot more effective if we’d known anything about the boyfriend or cared about their relationship.

Speaking of sexy, Danny and Carter’s first time was… just weird. What the hell was up with the rain? Was there some kind of symbolism there, or did the director just want the actors to glisten? I don’t get it.

As for Carter, the writers did aim for “broody and tormented” but actually landed on “asshole”. Stealing from Danny’s mother to support his drug addiction was bad enough, but stealing the BFF’s crutch when they visited the museum? That wasn’t cool, it wasn’t funny, it just made him a gigantic prick who doesn’t deserve to be in the same zip code as Danny.

So yeah… this movie had potential, especially with a gay nerd main character— we sure don’t get enough of those—but it turned out to be a huge disappointment. The one serious dud of the whole festival.

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?