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| Ginger Snaps (2000) |
WILLOW MACLAY: Alyssa Heflin tweeted
not
too long ago upon the occasion of the release of Lukas Dhon'ts cis
wet dream "Girl" that as it existed Cinematic language
couldn't tell or interpret transgender stories in a suitable way.
I've been thinking about that a lot lately, especially as it pertains
to our general thesis of "What is transgender cinema?" and
I've come to the conclusion that I think she's right. Transgender
Cinema as it is understood by cisgender filmmakers is exterior forces
and changes, but we understand transness as an internal, textural,
abstract energy. Especially in the case of dysphoria. What cisgender
filmmakers typically do not understand is that for us, the internal
becomes external, not the other way around. Dysphoria manifests
itself in real exterior ways, but it originates from an internal
place. In order to accomplish something resembling a real transgender
cinema cisgender filmmakers (and transgender ones too) need to work
from the inside out and they shouldn't be afraid to obscure or
unsettle the image, because as trans people our experience of being
alive is something that is never going to be 100% right. Of course
you have to write the character with the full intentions of giving
them scope and life, but transness touches everything for us, and we
perceive the world in that way. This is why I think body horror is
the closest thing mainstream cinema has to transgender cinema in
terms of cinematic language. In body horror you get characters who
are often unfairly stricken with something they had no control over
until it begins to eat at them completely until they become at one
with their own sickness and come to grips with their own monstrous
qualities or fall by the hand of society or their own hand. The genre
is rich in transgender stories, because it's a mode of storytelling
which fundamentally concerns itself with bodies, and as trans people
we can never remove ourselves from the knowledge that we're inside of
our own skin. It's always present and in body horror it's present
too, even if it is often about nightmarish monstrosities like flies,
werewolves or the undead.
CADEN GARDNER: The
transgender allegory found in the body horror sub-genre is connected
to our own trans experiences in dysphoria, something that is not
exactly predicated on time or controlled like some common pain like a
headache or a head cold. It is chaotic. Cis people don’t really
pick up on it, but sometimes in the most extreme cases, side effects
of dysphoria are visible, be it self-harm or certain eye-catching
images based on anxiety and stress. I will put myself out there and
say that for years I developed a compulsion to scratch my arms in
dysphoric episodes. It was not self-harm but there was a sense of
helplessness from my unconscious signals about my issues- that for
years I never had the courage to say out loud- were there in plain
sight, until I realized I had to conceal my arms. I was embarrassed
because this thing I could barely internalize any longer was starting
to show itself. That trans experience is not uncommon. Have I seen
that trans experience on-screen? No. I can’t say I have. Generally
speaking, interiority can be difficult to convey in cinematic
language but it often feels like cisgender filmmakers just see the
exterior changes as a crutch and a fulcrum for the entire existence
of these stories without delving deeper. There’s nothing layered in
how their trans subject relate to the world, their place, and what
and how their gender dysphoria manifests itself as. In that
regard, Lukas Dhont stating he wanted to make a universal experience
about a trans character is immediately off. He is hardly alone in
wanting to connect trans characters to some universal ideal, as that
type of art seems encouraged by liberals as an antidote to
reactionary conservatism. But it misses the point. Trans people have
had decades of misunderstanding by cisgender filmmakers and to now go
off into thinking we are all one is an incredibly insincere pivot. To
course correct from decades of filmmaking that misunderstood trans
people, we need to start with why we are different while grappling
with no longer being an other. What does it mean to have a
transgender body? We are not served that on film, so we go look to
where trans people are usually conditioned to find their most common
representation: the villain, the outsider, and the other.
Science
fiction and horror were built from the foundation of Mary Shelley’s
Frankenstein. The monster was created from a scientist playing God
and a text about a body that had no control over their reanimation. Once undead, he becomes aware of the world around him and the
society that is afraid of his very existence- he hides and seeks a partner, as he is
alone. Issues of identity and control of the mind and body are all
there in Frankenstein and continued forward. Over time, those
genres of sci-fi and horror grew and expanded into more stories and
perspectives. Horrors of transforming, mutating, and deteriorating
due to various forces, some of which came from within or something
elusive. There was no antidote or cure in some cases, but an
existential question never to be solved. The body as a vessel for
chaos and the horror of that lack of control is a trans story. Not
the only story, of course, but an essential text that makes up part
of our narrative
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| Frankenstein (1931) |
WM: This
conversation is going to lean so heavily on dysphoria that I feel
like it's important we talk about how it manifested itself in each of
us. One thing that Lukas Dhont immediately got wrong out of the gate
was trying to make his film a universal experience like you said,
because transness is very specific and something like dysphoria can
vary from person to person in severity. For me, dysphoria was
something that I immediately felt in my life. I didn't know the word
for it, but I felt ashamed of my own body because it wasn't like
other little girls and then I grew up and things got exponentially
worse until I couldn't handle it anymore. From an outsider's eye my
dysphoria probably looked like depression. I shut myself off entirely
and stayed hidden in my bedroom because going out meant other people
would see my body and I couldn't deal with that, but internally it
felt like my brain was poisoned. I'd punch certain parts of my body
as hard as I could to the point where I'd bruise myself because I
hated myself. And I'd avoid mirrors like the plague. My dysphoria has
lessened tremendously over the past few years through transitioning
but I still find myself hating my body and calling myself terrible
names and hurting myself every now and then even today. Dysphoria
lingers, even if it lessens over time. We never fully disengage
ourselves from the root point of why we needed to transition in the
first place. It’s something that’s just in the air of our
reality.
To pull this back to cinema
though, it's going to vary from filmmaker to filmmaker in how
something like body horror is expressed. We talked in the Under
the Skin entry
about how science fiction and synthetic bodies grappled with
questions of transness incidentally, and that's the case here too. To
my knowledge there aren't any direct representations of transness as
body horror in cinema where it's literally about dysphoria, but there
are films where girls go through puberty and turn into werewolves and
hate every fucking second of it, to name one example. Something like
that is close enough in my understanding of dysphoria that I can
point the screen and say I recognize what that character is going
through. Dysphoria is so individual and unique from person to person
you'd likely get a different example from every single person you ask
when you bring up the question, "what does dysphoria look like
in movies?" For me, it's that puberty is hell, but the puberty
you never asked for is deadly.
CG: You
indirectly brought up Ginger Snaps and the moment that stuck
out for me in that film was when Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) reveals
to her sister Bridgette (Emily Perkins) her scars from the wounds she
received from the werewolf. It’s not just on her chest, but the
scars are growing hairs. ‘I don’t want a hairy chest!’. Ginger
confides to Bridgette with absolute disgust. It is so striking.
Ginger Snaps consciously builds its puberty metaphor, within
the text, as menstruation is explicitly mentioned for sisters
Bridgette and Ginger. I remember going through puberty and while I
knew nobody would understand why, and I did not have the words, I
would say this out loud, just moments of exasperation in the realm
of, ‘I don’t want this!’ I can recall a parent, or a family
member telling me, ‘All girls go through it’, but if you never
saw yourself as a girl, well, tough luck. Pretty much every trans guy
in my position can understand why that would be difficult. It just
feels like such a disturbance to your body that reoccurs over and
over as though to remind you of your differences, undercutting any
sense of worth you might have for yourself. Ginger had a disturbance
too, but in the form of a creature who attacked and bit her, but she
does her best to negotiate her now fractured self (one who is now a
sexually active young woman and the other who is a werewolf) but it
ultimately does weigh her down. She’s been infected with something
that she cannot undo and it is helpless. I can understand that and so
can you.
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| Ginger Snaps (2000) |
WM: That's exactly it! It's something
happening to your body that you so completely reject. I'm fortunate
in some sense because I'm intersex, and because of that puberty was
never this thing that felt completely irreversible. I feel for anyone
who is in that boat, as there are many. I didn't have loads of body
hair but what I did have felt like the end of the world. Another big
moment in Ginger Snaps for me is when Ginger is trying to hide
the fact that she's grown a tail over night, and her immediate
reaction is to cut it off. That scene could so easily be placed
alongside a trans girl tucking, doing everything in power to get rid
of this thing that's between her legs which basically ruins her
mindset 24/7. It's the same vibe. Puberty was a fucking nightmare for
me as soon as I was told about the birds and the bees and how my body
would be developing. I'd become a man (editor’s note: she did not),
and nothing seemed worse to me than that fate. I spiralled and
everything got so much worse for me, and if we link that back to
Ginger Snaps we have Ginger who is 16 and hasn't had her
period yet and after she is attacked by a werewolf she starts
menstruating and turning into a lycanthrope, and once her change
begins there’s no undoing the side effects. The filmmaking really
taps into the bodily dysphoria and the interiority too. The hiding
away in the bedrooms, the panic, the fact that the film isn't afraid
to show bodies going through change or gore. It's all metaphorically
the destruction of a body at the onset of puberty in addition to
being an allegory for being a teenage girl and growing into an adult.
It's a dense movie. One I've always liked and one I've come back to
again and again since figuring out why I'm attached to it in the
first place.
CG: A
major one for me was Brian DePalma’s Carrie. That gym shower
scene, where Carrie White (Sissy Spacek) gets her period, is
horrifying, grotesque and the way the other girls treat her is
unbelievable. DePalma plays on how subjective that sense of shame is
versus reality, putting into question how much of Carrie’s
insecurities are mental versus the actual severity of the bullying
she faces. Sometimes he plays too heavily into his usual artifice,
but that sense of shame in feeling like a freak, however, is
incredibly relatable thanks to Stephen King’s text. Everyone is
laughing at her as she’s going through this change and it feels
like she is being punished for something she never asked for. That
was me- to the degree that my first period happened in school and
well, I guess I should be happy it wasn’t in the gym showers. It
might as well have been as my embarrassment from the incident painted
this target on my back in much the same way. To return to the film,
Carrie is othered despite her ethereal exteriority. She seems blank
to the other kids, unable to really shape her own identity due to her
domestic circumstances. That makes her vulnerable and innocent, but
it also makes her perfect prey to attack. In the wake of her
menstruation Carrie feels like the telekinesis she develops as a
result is an affliction and her mother hovers over her, threatening
her with eternal damnation for wanting to try to pass off as a normal
girl. It goes badly. Carrie gets her revenge but has to be taken down
too, because her type of story ending that way is the logical
conclusion. I mean, thank God I never went to prom.
WM: I never went to prom either. Does
any trans person ever truly go to prom? Realistically I think we
should hold an adults prom for us only. That would be more than
swell. But yeah, Carrie is this really intensely tactile film,
and I can 100% understand relating to her horror at getting her first
period. In that scene De Palma shoots all these other women as if
it's like this garden of nymphs, and here's Carrie White,
fundamentally different from the rest in her own mind and in theirs.
It's incidentally De Palma's only film of consequence in terms of
transness, because we both know he's a blithering idiot on the
subject. I love that one though and a lot of it has to do with the
way Spacek plays the part and the way we're foregrounded in her point
of view pretty frequently. We're asked to empathize with her, and as
a trans person I think we can, because typically we are bullied, and
in addition to that we're dealing with the horrors of our own bodies
in similar fashion.
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| Carrie (1976) |
CG: Thankfully
there’s a generation after ours that’s coming out and
transitioning at a younger age who perhaps get to experience prom (I
am sure there exists that story that makes allies happy about one
school having a trans homecoming king or queen that gets passed
around and shared on Facebook), although who knows if they’re in
the safest, most comfortable environment in their high school.
Schools have changed from my health class where transness never came
up but that doesn’t correct every misunderstanding and ignorant
thought about our community whether they are coming from students,
teachers, or parents.
I would say before puberty I was
much more gregarious and I had a very diverse friend group. Some of
whom would later come out, but after puberty most of my male friends
stopped talking to me. It got more polarized and gendered. I could
not identify with a lot of the girls at my school and they seemed to
have an idea that I was different on some level. I honestly never
heard the term ‘tranny’ or any trans slur at any point in school
(that may be the only benefit of the trans erasure), but they knew
how to get under my skin. I was bullied and harassed, it’s not very
unusual, but that doesn’t mean it somehow made the harassment and
bullying feel normal or something I could escape. I had to go to
school. I carried so much anxiety and pain for the fact that I knew I
was different. and I could not express myself or attain any idea of
who I was in my teenage years. The words eluded me and the images I
could connect with were unavailable beyond internet searches that I
could only get after school. Often during school I disassociated, to
the point where there are no memories beyond what I have only spoken
about. I was that good at disassociating. It made me become invisible
and frankly, I’d rather have that than catch hell all the time.
As a result, my middle school and
high school experiences were extremely interior and isolated. Some of
that converged with me literally going into a room where I could be
by myself. I could hide from the world. What could I do? I mean, I
would watch movies but sometimes the disassociating would be so
severe that I’d lock myself in spaces. Coming out of those spells
was beyond difficult. I felt threatened by the outside world but what
was there for me to show any sort of growth when I didn’t feel like
I could express my problems? I did not watch the film until college
but the Todd Haynes film [SAFE] may be the only film to convey
that sense of isolation and disconnect of my body and mind, and the
side effects of that. It is a body horror movie, and one that is
unsettling in the sense that confronting the problem by the main
character Carol White (Julianne Moore) eludes her, she can only play
a part to barely survive and it is literally eating away at her.
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| [SAFE] (1995) |
WM: I think you know my high school
story, and if you don't I'll very briefly give you the gracenotes of
an otherwise blank period in my life. When I was younger I still felt
dysphoria, though I didn't have a word for it, but not to the point
where I couldn't live my life. I could go to school, make good grades
and hang out with other girls, and boys. It wasn't a millstone tied
around my neck at that point, but after puberty I started to make
myself throw up before school started so I wouldn't have to go,
because I was that terrified of being seen, and it was around the
time when I completely checked out. I was homeschooled after that and
no one knew what was wrong with me, including myself. I didn't know
the words "transgender" or "gender dysphoria" but
if I would have I could have pinpointed what was wrong with me.
During all of this time, I also
isolated myself and shut the world out. The internet became my home,
along with my bedroom, and our local cinema. The cinema was the only
place I felt comfortable going because I was going to be shrouded in
darkness. No one would see me.
When I came across the films of
Chantal Akerman, and to a lesser extent Sofia Coppola, I immediately
made a connection, because she's this very interior director. She's
patient. She’ll let a shot sit for an absurd lengths so that we can
feel the time, but for me, stasis felt like home. In The Meetings
of Anna she frequently shoots her lead character Anna (Aurore
Clement) staring out windows watching the world instead of being in
it herself, and almost all of her films have moments like that among
other things I’d gravitate towards. I think of Je, Tu, Il, Elle
and the opening passage where Chantal sits in a room with no
furniture for upwards of 40 minutes writing in a diary and eating
sugar. It felt like cinema that fundamentally understood me and SAFE
is an extension of that. Haynes, and much of the new queer cinema
group of the early 90s, conisdering they were disciples of Chantal
Akerman in a stylistic and thematic sense.
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| Je, Tu, Il, Elle (1974) |
CG: When
I was a teenager, I had some idea about the New Queer Cinema
movement. There was Gregg Araki, who had just put out Mysterious
Skin and I was interested in watching more Todd Haynes after
coming across Far From Heaven, I’m Not There., and Velvet
Goldmine. However, it was Haynes’ Superstar: The Karen
Carpenter Story that made me think he was a filmmaker who I
wanted to follow for the rest of my life. Haynes had an understanding
of what it is to be a person who was a prisoner of an identity. In
the case of Karen Carpenter (recast as a Barbie doll) it was an
exterior, that was effected by her internalization of the absurdly
high beauty standards expected of a pop star like herself. Most
notably stemming from the widely circulated, notorious comment, that
the eating disorder that took her life was based from somebody
calling her fat. Haynes understands his characters are on the margins
of society. Some of the harshest conditions that can take control of
a human body come from an exterior place, that then influence their
interior selves but also reveals and informs that interior side that
has long been there, unsatisfied. That is [SAFE] and for me,
it hits on a trans-allegorical level even if it is something people
would not immediately be drawn into perceiving.
I
like that you bring up Akerman, as her film Jeanne Dielman, 23
Commerce Quay, 1080 Brussels is a clear influence on [SAFE].
Jeanne Dielman (Delphine Seyrig) goes through a series of routines
that she must do over and over as a housewife and mother to an
ungrateful son (Jan Decorte). She is framed dead-center as audiences
watch her prepare meat loaf and peel potatoes in real time. Her
routines wear her down and she reaches a breaking point while
internalizing her feelings of unfulfilment. It ends badly with the
cataclysmic breaking of routine. We feel tha due to Akerman’s
patience and insistence that we watch this woman and perceive her
thought process. We begin to see ennui become more visible and she’s
worn down from playing by these rules that she so closely followed.
[SAFE]’s Carol White never has a handle or any real
ownership of herself in the same way Jeanne Dielman does, but we
watch her in a similar way with a focus on her failed attempts to
fall into a routine to gain some sense of self worth. But the problem
with Carol White, and why I connect with her on such a deep level, is
that she has no identity or really anything to claim as her own. Her
home is her husband’s money, she cannot nurture her stepson because
she did not give birth to him, and the domestic roles to keep the
home nice are done by others because Carol’s husband has money. Her
attempts at doing simple jobs like ordering a couch or just her
attempting to look ultra-feminine backfire. The moment where Carol
gets a perm is her cataclysmic event. Those events expose her to
chemicals that reveal she is a sufferer of environmental illness, a
real life illness, that is tied to her trying to assert her
femininity and identity. Julianne Moore as Carol gives a full bodied
performance that I still cannot shake. Her performance is criticised
sometimes as being merely a cipher, but listen to her airy, high
register voice that feels like it wants to leave her body. Aside from
her performance there’s also intricate detail in the costuming.
Look at the gauche 80s clothing that she wears, and how her wardrobe
becomes washed out and blank as she gets sicker. She’s a blank
slate and still unable to connect to something that can unlock her
illness. She’s goes to Wrenwood, a New Age community that is all
about positive affirmations but a community that avoids confronting
their problems. These issues stem from their place in society. The
world doesn’t know what to do with them, let alone the medical
community. There isn’t a word for what they’re experiencing and
their place in the world is fractured because there isn’t a
language to discuss their problems. Sound familiar?
[SAFE]
was made after the height of the AIDS/HIV crisis and serves as a
conscious allegory of it by a queer filmmaker that correctly
presented how society did treat people with AIDS/HIV at the time. If
you did not die from the disease, that did not mean society
understood or willing to help you. You may seek out communities but
getting actual help in confronting your illness beyond positive
affirmation was a serious issue. It’s something that films people
want to retroactively assign an AIDS/HIV allegory miss. What could
you do if you had AIDS/HIV, environmental illness, or gender
dysphoria when there were no words or a dialogue happening about it?
Carol White sought out empty spaces, be it an empty room, or an empty
car garage. I sought an empty room in some of my dysphoric episodes
too. I still do that sometimes, but I also need to have help and
people to talk to rather than sink into my shell.
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| [SAFE] |
WM: I think one of the most brilliant
aspects of [SAFE] is Julianne Moore's performance and it
absolutely wouldn't work without her full understanding of who this
character is, and her place in the frame. She mentions on the
Criterion Collection interview with director Todd Haynes that upon
reading the script she was dying to play the character, because she
immediately understood that this character didn't want to take up
space anywhere. She wanted to minimize her presence and make herself
as small as possible. This ties into your comment about her voice.
Notice that she's not speaking with the full depth of her vocal
chords, but merely letting words flutter out. Like she's speaking at
the top of her throat and not from her body, because there's a
disconnect between her brain and her self. Todd Haynes amplifies this
by framing her in ways that reduce her physicality to the point of a
small dot in the larger scope of a room or space. And we do that as
trans people. We blend in, but even more than that we make ourselves
invisible, especially when dysphoric. Is it a life when you flee from
everything that makes life worth living? That's a question I pretty
frequently asked myself when I was a teenager, and I realize now that
it wasn't necessarily my fault for retreating in the same way Carol
does in this film. I had an illness that couldn't be treated, and
damn sure wasn't understood considering this was pre-mainstream trans
presence age. I felt like if I actually spoke up about what was wrong
with me I wouldn't be believed, and I wasn't when I eventually did
talk about what was wrong with me. Carol wasn't believed either. She
was second guessed and at absolute worst even gaslighted about what
she was going through in this movie. Haynes positions all of this as
an AIDS allegory of sorts, but it works on multiple levels like you
said, and it's an easily identifiable film in something resembling a
transgender canon even though it doesn't directly represent transness
or talk about it at all.
I think as trans people when we
talk about transness we have to widen the scope of what is
transgender cinema, because the literal texts so often miss the
point. It's also why queer cinema has to move beyond just what
pertains to sexuality. Sexuality is important and so are stories that
are literally about transgender people, but as an art form cinema can
handle topics of a wider scale in different ways than direct
representation. It’s intellectually dishonest to pretend otherwise.
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CG: Precisely.
As a physical being Carol White is at the margins of her own story,
the very frames of the film. She is so uncomfortable in her own skin
and no matter how much she wants to assure people in her life that
she is getting better, her body tells you otherwise. It is such a
tough movie to watch. You’re seeing somebody never getting better
because the chaos and unknown elude her. The choices she makes in
trying to accept a level of culpability in being in her situation in
the guise of self-help to be ‘safe’ are heartbreaking. There is a
tip-off by Haynes early on that one of the few things that Carol
connects to and feels like she has some level of interest in is
gardening and walking around in her garden at night. She connects to
nature, but a nature that contains the same chemicals that she has
been advised are attacking her body. That dichotomy represents the
general chaos of existing and having a body in the world. It’s
quite devastating that she retreats.
To
talk about queer cinema as far as dealing with bodies, the AIDS
crisis did provide an interesting link in presenting a sense of
dysphoria on-screen. Characters no longer had control of their
bodies. To have had AIDS in the 80s was for a disturbingly long time,
an unknown and widely misunderstood condition that was alienating and
isolating, and society at large didn’t care. They were more ready
to place blame on those with the disease for their lifestyle
choices than to actually look at ways in which to help these
people. That it’s still hard to this day to present AIDS in cinema
as something gripping, real and a distinct period that completely
reshaped the world due to conscience negligence is damning. It feels
like they’ve swept it under the rug and don’t want to recognize
it and stare it point blank right in the eyes. To get into other body
horror films is to approach some of the films made during the time
period. I mentioned how I am a bit guarded about being so insistent
on assigning some of these movies as AIDS allegories, as some of them
do make the host of the disease and condition that riddle through
these films a complete monster, inhuman, de-personalized, and making
society the victims, when that is not the AIDS story at all. But
there was one that stood out for me and it is perhaps because the
filmmaker had an understanding of the frailty of the human body and
daringly empathized as much as one could with a person who took on
such a debilitating condition. I am talking about David Cronenberg’s
The Fly. In its own way and throughout his career, Cronenberg
really seemed to get how much of a personal terror it is to not feel
like you’re present in your own body, with your skin morphing and
deteriorating in such gross, disturbing ways. Dysphoria was not as
gross as a Cronenberg film to me, but boy it can feel that way.
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| The Fly (1986) |
WM: A friend of mine once said that
"Long Live the New Flesh" (the final, iconic line from
Videodrome) works as both a monument to Cronenberg as a
director and to his place as a filmmaker who unintentionally made a
half dozen or so films that could easily be placed alongside words
like "body dysphoria”, and I think that just about perfectly
sums him up. I think your insistence that The Fly is his best
is spot-on, even if I love quite a few of his films. Cronenberg
always had a tendency towards playing in his own goop, but it's that
very essence that I think aligns him to a cinema we can understand.
It's a cinema of bodies in disarray first and foremost, almost in a
state of decay from the onset with characters fighting against that
feeling. It's a kind of Canadian disposition of surviving winter and
living with the cold of death hovering around everywhere, but I think
it's something we can understand fundamentally too because in a sense
we have to kill our past self to bring a newer version of us into
existence. We are our own ghosts and Cronenberg's characters are of a
similar disposition. But I want to hear more from you about The
Fly. It's one of my favourites and I'll get to it in a second,
but I'd like to hear you elaborate first.
CG: What
I like about Cronenberg is that there are, as you said, bodies in
complete disarray and characters grappling with various levels of
control with their bodies. Some of these characters know and have a
certain level of agency over how they are treating themselves that is
mostly out of step with society’s norms. There’s a sense of
reckless abandonment, like Videodrome, in being so
disconnected and seeking out something more experiential than what
society is giving you, but I don’t sense a moralist streak in
Cronenberg. It’s quite queer, and Crash is the best example
of that sense of bucking society’s norms on a sexual and identity
level played in hypertext. But to hit on The Fly, Cronenberg’s
more mainstream and major studio works showed more of a relationship
to normative society existing around these characters. The earlier
works, Shivers, Rabid, Scanners, and Videodrome are
still playing within a level of their own logic that the audience is
dropped into and needs to be acclimated to rather than our common,
normative world setting the rules. Cronenberg’s remake of the Kurt
Neumann’s The Fly from the 1950s has its entry point be
Geena Davis’ Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Quaife following and then
engaging in a relationship with Jeff Goldblum’s Seth Brundle.
Brundle is cast immediately as an eccentric and somebody who wants to
please Veronica by having his work impress her. He’s insecure and
it clouds his judgment, his experiment on teleportation becomes
tainted, that then leads him to take on the characteristics of a fly.
It is a deterioration that is quite devastating but initially Seth’s
results show that he becomes an ideal partner to Veronica on a
physical level, and he credits his teleportation. But his changes
become more negative, violent, and averse, he transforms into a
monster, but even before he goes full-blown monster, he ceases to be
the man that Veronica once knew, and was in love with. He is
dehumanized and has his humanity removed. That does not mean Veronica
completely recoils and rejects him despite gaining her own trauma due
to the fact that she gets impregnated by him and has nightmares of
giving birth to a creature (probably the biggest connection to the
AIDS allegory is the fear and anxiety of having a condition
transmitted sexually). She wants to care for him and save Seth but
does not know how, but does grants Seth his wish of being shot with a
gun to kill him and end his misery. The deteriorating body that
isolates and alienates, a monstrous sight at a man who wanted to play
God and self-improve in order to be somebody more than an eccentric
nerd. That’s how I see The Fly. The idea of trying and it
turns into a self-inflicted wound, a cause for more disarray, chaos,
and dysphoria in the body. You look like shit and you cannot really
seek help for that.
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| Crash (1996) |
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| Rabid (1977) |
WM: I think the idea of playing god
is also present in our general makeup which also makes The Fly
more resonant. What could possibly be more like playing god than
changing your entire body and some pre-supposed destiny into
something entirely different? Brundle dies for this, but what
essentially separates itself from other tragic martyr tropes is that
the film is never played for it's melodramatic reveal. It never
unlatches itself from its own DNA in horror and because the film is
ambivalent in a moral sense I don't think Cronenberg asks us to weep
for Brundle even if we may. In a narrative context his failed science
experiment is not inherently different from the people who died
transitioning when surgeries were brand new and doctors didn't know
what they could and couldn't do. It’s an Icarus syndrome and it’s
inherent in us.
Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis do
a lot of the heavy lifting in terms of getting across the internal
scars of what's happening between them. Geena is the onlooker not
understanding what's happening to this person she had initially
fallen for while Goldblum has to grapple with his body becoming
inhuman. Goldblum spends a lot of time in mirrors staring at his
rotting flesh while the work of brilliant special effects artist
Chris Walas, does its job in getting across how horrific he views his
external self while his soul is still clamouring for the life he once
had. He doesn't immediately shut down and decide to die, but it's a
slow, agonizing process where there's nothing left. He accepts his
death, because he lets who he is drift off to sea, never to be seen
again. You can't be a human if you're so different from everyone else
that no one else can understand, and that's lateral to our issues as
transgender people.
Even beyond The Fly I
think Cronenberg has a rich visual catalogue of images that feel
blatantly transsexual, even if they don't have further context. I
think of James Woods, shirtless, appearing to be a man in all ways,
except for the cleft that resembles a vulva on his chest in
Videodrome. He panicks, reaches in and finds a gun. Is that a
suicide image? His own latent anxiety at what's happening and his
mind summoning a gun? One could argue. There's also the image of Roy
Scheider in Naked Lunch revealing himself to be living
underneath the skin of a very normal looking cis woman only to be a
bare chested, hairy son of a gun with a cigar in his mouth. That
one's more punk rock. But I think of these images, often, and there's
certainly more than those two.
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| Naked Lunch (1991) |
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| Videodrome (1983) |
CG: That
image in Naked Lunch is incredible. I recall Cronenberg saying
that he
believes
everyone has control, with varying degrees of complete grip, over
their
identities. This makes sense to me. He is not really casting a
judgmental eye but showing people going through self-discovery that
it can sometimes be trial and error, wear and tear, and can doom
them, but that is more Cronenberg presenting human fallibility than
damnation. And his stories make sense as far as seeing these bodies
in disarray and these choices being made because Cronenberg’s
worlds make sense. The images are surreal, subversive, but the
characters are very real, sometimes even operating in very
traditional film archetypes. But of course there is a level of
transgressiveness in his work that makes his films challenging for
people. He knows his characters are not normal based on the rules and
understanding of modern society but there is no dictating of norms
and rules within his work. That makes his films extremely easy and
freeing to watch as a trans person. Even his most classically made
work, A Dangerous Method, a play adaptation that’s based on
the real life psychoanalysts in Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud, and Sabina
Spielrein, offers something for me as a trans person through Keira
Knightley’s deeply rich, and extremely misunderstood, performance
of Spielrein. It’s a full bodied performance, incredibly physical,
unhinged jaws and body contortions that make her feel diametrically
opposed to Julianne Moore’s Carol White. But Spielrein goes from a
patient, considered emotionally unstable, to somebody who confronts
her trauma of her past life and is able to finds words of what has
eaten away at her. She improves and takes an interest in psychology,
becoming a student and then ultimately, one of the first female
psychoanalysts. It’s so simple and may be shrugged off as
spotlighting a simple feminist strain of a major figure in her field,
but I find that Cronenberg shows amid the disarray of his characters
and their bodies, there can be a confrontation with the problem and
that can be tied to an identity, a trauma, something that had been
elusive and hard to explain and that can lead to finding peace.
Spielrein in A Dangerous Method is a body horror story, that
includes a confrontation in the form of BDSM in her sessions with
Jung, that can have a happy ending (well, happy to the extent of
Spielrein’s success as her real-life had its own unfortunate end
due to being a Jew, her religious identity used against her, in World
War II).
WM: The most interesting thing to me
in A Dangerous Method is Keira's performance. It's full body
acting and unleashes a kind of torrent inside of her in terms of the
physical horrors she’s manifesting through acting. It's a great
performance and everything that Cronenberg does with Body Horror, but
on a theoretical level instead of one reliant upon special effects.
All the terror is completely inside of Knightly’s own process.
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| A Dangerous Method (2011) |
WM CONT: You mention the word "trauma"
above and I want to get into that a little too, specifically the
works of a handful of actors and directors. This isn't necessarily
connected to transgender cinema literally either, but in the ways
these things can intersect. Rob Zombie's films really hammer things
home for me in this regard, and I've written about them extensively.
In The Lords of Salem
Sherri Moon Zombie plays a woman who is essentially cursed, a
daughter of Salem unfairly brought into a centuries old blood pact
which leads her to spiral into a mess of trauma, relapsed drug use
and hallucinations. Hallucinations in particular are what I want to
gravitate towards, because they take the real world and make it
strange, and I think that's how we perceive things, even if it isn't
as loudly stated as bugs ripping into your flesh or vomiting black
sludge. The main point is that something is amiss and dysphoria can
tangle the world into a poisonous vine of self destruction. This
abstracted imagery due to trauma is also strongly present in movies
like Jack Garfein's "Something Wild", the filmography of
David Lynch and in the work of Hideaki Anno’s epochal, Neon
Genesis Evangelion.
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| Neon Genesis Evangelion |
CG: Part
of being trans and then telling people about it is how seriously they
take you. A lot of that can result in years of internalization for
fear of being misunderstood and not taken seriously at all. Telling
someone you’re trans shifts their image of you, and that can take
its own toll on us, because we have no idea how someone is going to
react. If you have no trans health providers or health insurance or
find yourself isolated, what can you do? Even with those privileges
that I have had, in my period of not being able to tell anyone, I
disassociated which has me operating with just periods of my life
that are blank for myself despite people recalling me in an image
that I was disconnected from in those timeframes. That disassociation
came as a reaction to trauma and torment in addition to dysphoria
that festered into just more inner-turmoil. When I got older, I was
self-medicating my problem, even as I was becoming increasingly aware
that I was trans, by drinking alcohol. I am a recovering alcoholic. I
am upfront about it because at this point I feel like I have nothing
to hide. And I feel like, unfortunately, based on the numbers and
studies of trans employment, suicide rates, uninsured, and other
surveys done, that we are not really alone in having traumas in
addition to our gender dysphoria. I can see a film about an alcoholic
or even somebody feeling like their memory has been manipulated in a
way where I see a film on trauma and disassociation and connect with
those works. I echo your sentiments on the films of David Lynch,
Garfein’s Something Wild and would include Lynne Ramsay’s
recent You Were Never Really Here as well as Barry Jenkins’
Moonlight as far as achieving trauma, disassociation, and
feeling off-centered. That feels right at home for me.
Films gravitating toward body
horror that understand the frailties and fallibility of the human
body, feel like the closest depiction to our issues I can imagine
on-screen even if it isn’t direct text, just shrouded in allegory.
Cronenberg did to a trans film called M. Butterfly but that is
Cronenberg’s worst film because it betrays a lot of what makes him
great. The trans character of Song Liling (based on the real-life
opera singer turned spy Shi Pei Pu that “fooled” a French
diplomat in identifying as a woman when was just a male performer
posing as a woman) just feels at such a distance and enigma who is
never interrogated and has that eye-roller of a scene where John Lone
strips naked of his character’s ‘true self’ as revelation. That
film is perhaps more of a failure of the pre-existing text of the
widely known David Henry Hwang play, but it is quite ironic that
Cronenberg’s allegories that you can connect to transness feel
easier to connect with as a viewer than his film about an actual
trans person. That was somehow between Naked Lunch and Crash.
I felt like I had a better idea and grasp of the characters turned on
by being in car crashes than a trans character ‘pretending’.
WM: I feel you in a major way. It’s
true that telling people you're trans automatically alters that image
of you. It's like a small death, and it's on us, perhaps unfairly, to
reaffirm to that person that this other thing is the real version of
ourselves. It all comes back to images doesn't it? How we view
ourselves. How we're perceived by others. No wonder we're so obsessed
with cinema considering the image is everything. What is so stirring
about body horror is that through it's broad abstracted images on the
human body in a state of disarray it somehow comes close to touching
on something resembling cinematic language that is actually
functional with transness. Melding body horror into realistic human
drama is perhaps how to achieve a true transgender cinema. Something
that I don't think I've ever seen in fiction filmmaking. We'll chase
that and keep creating until it exists, and we'll keep talking about
it. Talking about transenss and getting it out in the open is why we,
as a community, have made strides so far in the past five or six
years, and that's no small feat in and of itself. Maybe a transgender
cinema can exist.
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| Inland Empire (2006) |
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