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FILM REVIEWS BY MICHAEL D. KLEMM
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Totally Strand Releasing, 1993 Screenplay/Director: Starring: James Duvall, Roko Belic, Susan Behshid, Jenee Gill, Gilbert Luna, Lance May, Alan Boyce, Craig Gilmore Unrated, 85 minutes
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Teenagers
in Love
I've always had a love-hate relationship with out director Gregg Araki's films. Back in 1992, I discovered The Living End, a demented road trip with two HIV+ men who lash back against an indifferent world. Though amateurish in spots, and at times poorly acted, it was nevertheless hip and gleeful in its anarchy. Visually, it recalled the agitprop of Jean Luc Godard's films; a torch passed from 60s Marxist cinema to the new wave of queer films in the 90s. Araki has himself acknowledged his debt to Godard's Pierrot Le Fou. Warts and all, Araki's self-proclaimed "irresponsible movie" was the film that Jonathan Demme's compromised Philadelphia should have been. Coming after too many years of watching gay men and women as victims on the silver screen, The Living End was both a bolt of lightning and a breath of fresh air. His next film, Totally F***ed Up (this is the title, the asterisks are not mine or my editor's) has just been released on DVD. Continuing in the same vein of guerrilla filmmaking, Totally F***ed Up explores teen angst from a queer perspective in "15 random celluloid fragments." Six gay and lesbian teenagers, aged 18-19, share their thoughts on sexuality, drugs, and politics ("AIDS is a born again Nazi Republican wet dream come true") for a friend's video camera. Their ruminations are interspersed throughout the film's narrative.
Watching teens sitting around and whining about their problems is usually the last way that I would want to spend an evening, but what these kids have to say, even the immature stuff, add up to a microcosm of gay teen life. They express how difficult being gay has been for all of them, and how much rage they harbor against society. But there is also a plot going on inbetween the talking heads. Andy finds romance and loses it, Tommy just wants to get laid, Michelle and Patricia want all of their gay male friends to donate sperm at a party so that they can have a child, and Steven is cheating on Deric. This is The Breakfast Club on acid. The film feels improvisational even though most of the dialogue matches the published script. The actors do a good job and they talk the way disenchanted teens would. (Luckily, Araki learned a thing or two about how to write lesbian characters since his previous film, and this almost makes up for the two man-hating dykes featured in The Living End's worst scene). Though the tone is dark, there are doses of hearty humor, Watch, for example, the scene where the stoned ensemble plays a dating game for young pubescent girls and Patricia remarks that "heterosexuality sucks even as a board game."
This is not a conventional movie by any means. Some viewers might be annoyed with the film's technique. I admire the fractured narrative, but there are moments when I wish Araki - who cut the movie as well as wrote, photographed, and directed it - had some input from another film editor. Even so, the film would lose much of its power if it was tainted with any studio gloss. Mirroring 60s foreign films, the early 90s was a time when queer films were experimental and filmmakers were pushing the envelope (see also Tom Kalin's Swoon and Todd Haynes' Poison). Such films usually aren't good box office, but their artistic integrity remains intact.
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