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Sunday, November 25, 2018

bohemian rhapsody: freddie mercury, gay superhero

Rami Malek does an amazing job of portraying Freddie Mercury in the Queen biopic, Bohemian Rhapsody. The film takes a pretty typical showbiz road-to-success route, with more than a few inaccuracies. But even with its faults, it serves up a great deal of wonderful rock music, supported by Malek's sensitive portrayal of Freddie. Some viewers may feel that the depiction of Mercury's sexuality is handled too subtly, but I think that is missing the larger impact of the film, which is still performing in the top five at the box office in the U.S. and is currently the highest-grossing musical biographical film of all time. Everyone has always loved, and still loves, Freddie, no matter who he loved.

Rami Malek as Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury in concert
So many movies that hit it big at the box office these days are comic-derived fantasies, like the X-Men franchise, also directed by Bohemian Rhapsody's Bryan Singer. It occurred to me after viewing the film that Freddie and Queen's story may be resonating with audiences because it is cast as a similar misfit hero's journey. Teenage Freddie Mercury (born in Zanzibar as Farrokh Bulsara, an Indian-British Parsi) moved to England in 1964. He is an outsider, a misfit, ridiculed for his large overbite and called "Paki." But Farrokh has a secret identity as a musician (as well as secret urges he is trying to come to terms with). He changes his name to Freddie Mercury and displays his superpower — amazing musical talent, stage presence, and the four-octave range of an angel. Freddie bonds with fellow outcasts, and the quartet calls itself Queen and becomes a force to be reckoned with. They take over the world, but have to confront their share of villains, including Freddie's lover-manager Paul Prenter (Allen Leech) and a clueless record exec (Mike Myers).

There were many negative critiques of the film on its release, particularly about the handling of Mercury's sexuality, but that hasn't stopped audiences from finding and adoring the film. That may be partly because the power of the professional reviewer has waned — thanks to the internet anyone can review and rate anything these days. But the film's huge success may also reflect the modern audience's reaction to Freddie's sex and love life. Sexuality is viewed in a more fluid and open sense these days. In a key moment in the film Freddie confesses to his girlfriend and fiancĂ©e Mary Austin (Lucy Boynton) that he thinks he is bisexual, and she corrects him, "No, Freddie, you're gay." This interchange straddles the past and the present. People who lived through the AIDs epidemic and lost friends, lovers, and family may relate to Mary's needing Freddie to be true to himself and come out in an open way. Younger viewers may be seeing Freddie's lack of desire to define himself sexually as something they can relate to, and his subsequent AIDs diagnosis as a piece of history from the recent past. Bohemian Rhapsody's Freddie spends the film coming to terms with his sexuality, as it relates to his family, his religious and ethnic background, his status as a rock god, and his quest to balance sex and love.
Mary Austin: What do you want from me, Freddie?
Freddie Mercury: Almost everything.
Freddie Mercury portrayed by Malek is flamboyant, outrageous, and larger-than-life — onstage. He seems happiest, most at home when he is performing before an audience. Queen's music spanned genres as diverse as arena rock, 50's doo-wop, and opera, and Freddie's exuberant vocals and stage persona are a match for any and every musical style. As I watched Malek recreate Mercury's signature posturing it became apparent that rock and roll lead singers, gay or straight, present themselves similarly as strutting sexual objects of desire.

Bohemian Rhapsody bookends its story with practically a shot-for-shot recreation of Queen's epic performance at Live Aid in 1985. To amp up the drama the film plays fast and loose with the facts, having Freddie receive his AIDs diagnosis right before the concert. In reality he was diagnosed with HIV in late 1986 or 1987. It also portrays Freddie's having a solo career as leading to the band's fracture, but Queen never broke up, and all the band members pursued solo projects at different times over the years. While the film does portray Freddie's long-term relationships with Mary Austin (who he is quoted as saying he considered her his common-law wife), as well as his partner at the end of his life, Jim Hutton (Aaron McCusker), it skips any other lasting relationships he may have had, apart from the aforementioned Paul Prenter, who is portrayed as a predatory user who was trying to control Freddie's career and  limit his contact with the outside world by plying him with drugs and other distractions. Prenter, like Freddie, died in 1991. The film does depict Freddie's relationships that probably no one will argue with: his great and abundant love of cats, of which he had many over the years.



It's probably not possible to have a "true" film biography of anyone as iconic as Freddie Mercury. For all of his onstage campiness and theatrics he was also notoriously private in his home life. The surviving members of Queen — Brian May (Gwilym Lee), Roger Taylor (Ben Hardy), and John Deacon (Joe Mazzello) had been open to and involved in making a film about the band for ages. First in 2010, it was cast with Sacha Baron Cohen in the lead, who left the project. He was succeeded by actor Ben Whishaw, and director Dexter Fletcher, who both came and went. In 2017 Rami Malek stepped in to play the central role of Queen's lead singer Freddie Mercury, and Bryan Singer replaced Fletcher. During filming Singer left the project under a cloud (he was fired for "unexplained absences"), but he is still credited as director. Dexter Fletcher returned to finish directing the film after Singer left, and received an executive producer credit. Lots of changes, but also pretty typical for a Hollywood film.

I have wanted to see Bohemian Rhapsody since viewing trailers a year or so ago. It did not disappoint me or my fourteen year-old daughter, who had lots of questions afterward, about the 80s and AIDs as well as wanting to download every Queen song ASAP, and wanting to watch the original footage of the band's appearance at Live Aid. It's impossible not to walk away from the movie without marveling at the band's versatility and uniqueness and Freddie's amazing talent. Bohemian Rhapsody is uplifting and heartbreaking as it charts Freddie's course. Malek has appeared in many interviews detailing his preparation for the role, which included a movement coach and mastering some very impressive false teeth. But as marvelous as he is at portraying Freddie onstage, what leaves the biggest impression are his quiet moments, as he grapples with his needs and never-ending loneliness when he isn't onstage:
Jim Hutton: So all your friends have left you alone.
Freddie Mercury: They’re not my friends, not really. They’re distractions.
Jim Hutton: From what?
Freddie Mercury: The in-between moments I suppose. I find me intolerable. All of the darkness you thought you’d left behind comes creeping back in.

Monday, March 21, 2011

"this is how you get unstuck ... you reach"

Article first published as This is how you get unstuck: you reach on Blogcritics.

"How You Get Unstuck," written by advice columnist Sugar from The Rumpus really struck a chord with me. Sugar always gives straight-shooting, marvelous advice, but in this post she shares stories from her past as a youth counselor which reverberated in two other stories I have been thinking about recently. This country puts so much emphasis on "making it" and "winning" that the tendency is to look away from, or avoid the folks who aren't doing just that.

There are all sorts of levels of not winning — financial status is just one measure. It is terrifically hard on young people — girls especially, who might be in difficult, even impossible, situations, that so many don't want to even admit that they might be in trouble. Or that the system is helpless to actually help.

Photo by Darcy Padilla, The Julie Project

Sugar relates her personal story of her time as a youth counselor to middle school-aged girls, some of them barely teenagers. She found the harrowing stories of their young lives both riveting and heartbreaking. "I told the girls that these sorts of things were not okay. That they were unacceptable. Illegal. That I would call someone and that someone would intervene and this would stop."

The school's tactic was to expose the girls to positive things, hoping that would bring something positive to their lives. "I was meant to silently, secretly, covertly empower them by taking them to do things they’d never done at places they’d never been. I took them to a rock-climbing gym and to the ballet and to a poetry reading at an independent bookstore. The theory was that if they liked to pull the weight of their blossoming girl bodies up a faux boulder with little pebble-esque plastic hand-and-foot-holds then perhaps they would not get knocked up." As much as a program like the one Sugar was involved in might be a temporary balm, not everyone has access to one.

The Julie Project, a phenomenal photo essay by Darcy Padilla, chronicles the life of a young woman who truly lived on the edges of society. The subject, Julie, was an 18-year old with AIDs who the photographer first met in 1993. They stayed in touch on and off for the next 18 years, Padilla snapping photos of Julie and the men in her life, her children as she gave birth to them and had to give them up to foster care.

Padilla wasn't a counselor like Sugar, but she did provide a stable relationship, a touchstone, in Julie's life. A life beyond difficult from the very beginning. As Padilla describes Julie in her introduction to the photo essay, "Her first memory of her mother is getting drunk with her at 6 and then being sexually abused by her stepfather. She ran away at 14 and became [a] drug addict at 15. Living in alleys, crack dens, and bunked with more dirty old men than she cared to count."

Padilla's award-winning documentation of Julie's life is presented clearly, without sentimentality or judgement. But it is very emotionally involving to look at these photos and read  their captions. The Julie Project almost defies description — is it art, life, a call to arms or all of the above? It's one of those things we thank the internet for — I'm not sure where else it could reside. There is something more intimate about scrolling through Julie's struggles and seeing them backlit on my laptop screen than if I was flipping through moments from her life in a magazine. On the printed page I might have skipped ahead or even closed the magazine, trying to bypass some of the more difficult images.

Photo by Darcy Padilla, The Julie Project

But Sugar is not an artist in the same sense as Darcy Padilla. She couldn't apply the documentarian's eye to the girls in her charge. She is someone who gets involved. After a few encounters with the system Sugar quickly learned that help is not always on the way. "I called the police. I called the state’s child protection services. I called them every day and no one did one thing. Not one person. Not one thing. Ever... One day when I called child protective services ... [she] told me that there was no funding for teenagers who were not in imminent danger ... They intervened quickly with kids under the age of twelve, but for those over twelve they wrote reports ... and put the child’s name on a long list of children who someone would someday perhaps check up on when there was time and money ... The good thing about teens, she told me confidentially, was that if it got bad enough at home they usually ran away and there was more funding for runaways."

What has happened with the way we view people, even children, who are at risk? A chilling story, about the ineptitude and inability of the system to intervene, to help, is coming to light currently in Florida. This month in Delray Beach two young children, Ju'Tyra Allen, 6, and Jermaine McNeil, 10, were found drowned in a canal.

The tragedy behind these young kid's lives, and the half-hearted attempts by local authorities to protect them, resulted in disaster. The children had been taken away from their mother, Felicia Brown, numerous times in their young lives, but somehow still ended up back with her, in her home. As the Palm Beach Post reported, "Despite Ju'Tyra's removal, and the fact that between 1997 and 2006 she had been arrested 16 times on charges ranging from shoplifting to cocaine possession to armed robbery, Felicia was able to regain custody of Ju'Tyra in 2006. Jermaine, meanwhile, was living with a family in another state, but efforts to adopt him fell through. He was briefly placed with a foster family, but was asked to be removed because he was fighting in school and had been suspended. It was then that Jermaine went to live with Felicia."

Ju'Tyra Allen and Jermaine McNeil

Felicia Brown disappeared last summer, but somehow the two children were allowed to stay in the care of her on-again, off-again, boyfriend Clem Beauchamp during her disappearance. After the bodies of the children were discovered in the canal and identified, a body, found in a local dump 8 months ago and at first labeled a Jane Doe, was confirmed to have been Felicia Brown. Beauchamp may or may not be the  prime suspect in all three deaths, but is currently in custody on gun-related charges. The Florida Department of Children and Family claim to not have known Beauchamp was living with the family. A case like this defies all understanding of how we think local government should work, both in the circumstances of Felicia Brown's life and how they impacted her children's lives.

Sugar quickly realized the dead-end that dealing with bureaucracy can be, and decided that she had to change her tactics with the girls — both to be extremely honest with them and to live with herself. When one of the girls came in to talk with her about the latest horror in her life, "I told her it was not okay, that it was unacceptable, that it was illegal and that I would call and report this latest, horrible thing." But Sugar doesn't stop there, just throwing her hands up at the uselessness of the system. She tells it like it is, pulling no punches. "But I did not tell her [the abuse] would stop. I did not promise that anyone would intervene. I told her it would likely go on and she’d have to survive it. That she’d have to find a way within herself to not only escape the shit, but to transcend it, and if she wasn’t able to do that, then her whole life would be shit, forever and ever and ever ... she had to be the one to make it happen. She had to do more than hold on. She had to reach. She had to want it more than she’d ever wanted anything. She had to grab like a drowning girl for every good thing that came her way and she had to swim like fuck away from every bad thing. She had to count the years and let them roll by, to grow up and then run as far as she could in the direction of her best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by her own desire to heal."

If only Julie and Felicia had come across someone like Sugar, who could shake them hard with those words of truth. Sugar only lasted a year in that counselor job, but 7 years later she ran into one of the girls. They talked about her promotion at her job at Taco Bell, about the girls from school she was still in touch with, and all of the things (rock climbing, etc.) they had done together. The girl hadn't forgotten Sugar, or her strong words. “I made it,” she said. “Didn’t I?”

It's too late to tell Ju'Tyra or Jermaine or Julie to reach, but not Julie's kids. Or any of the other kids out there, living difficult lives. The gist of Sugar's advice to those middle schoolers was that all tragedy is tragic (it's deeper than it at first sounds) and the way to get out of any bad situation is to reach, "This is how you get unstuck ... you reach ... that place of true healing is a fierce place. It’s a giant place. It’s a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really fucking hard to get there, but you can do it, honey." Amen.
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