Monday, December 26, 2011

Weekend, or How I really don't care for this indie gay "romance"

I usually try and keep a clear-head when I watch and critique films, but Weekend (Dir. Andrew Haigh, 2011) so clearly needs an audience that is invested in these characters and their situation (the cinematography and camera work privileges these lived-in, almost voyeuristic feelings in the audience: what are we, if not overhearing - and watching - the intimate moments of these two blokes?) that at some point I gave up. I was indifferent and while I keep trying to articulate why, the answer keeps eluding me and finds me either making claims about films that I rarely make: "I didn't identify with so-and-so!"/"I didn't buy it!" and which I don't think are useful or helpful in trying to get someone else to understand how you feel or responded to a specific film.

There's much to admire here. Haigh is clearly gifted director, who gets honest and affecting performances from his leads, but this was a weekend I wanted no part of by the time the credits rolled. As I'm still trying to wrap my head around my reaction (and because I ended up being asked to stop arguing my case last night during christmas dinner with a friend's friend who loved it - as have many people I respect and whose views I've read attentively with interest) I decided to put the feelings down on 'paper.' I started this blog as a way to a) free-write as much as I could as I started graduate school and b) nurture an interest which I initially thought would be much further away from my academic interests (ie. films) but as the dissertation began requiring more and more time, A Blog Next Door has become a quiet little corner. Every once in a while I come out of hiding (though I do spout off a lot on twitter!) and that's usually when I feel I need to vent, or work through something (a post on Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close may be in the works, but more on that later).

The film opens with a mundane scene. Glen (Tom Cullen) is getting ready. He bathes. He gets dressed. He ponders whether to break in his new Nike sneakers. Chooses not to. He takes a hit from his pipe. The day (and film) begins. What follows - a weekend in the life of two men as they share a sexual, emotional and intimate relationship. The conceit is a powerful one: by hewing to a mere weekend (which the plot easily and helpfully accounts for), Haigh is able to deliver a two-sided character study that allows him to open up questions about intimacy, relationships and sexuality that depend but (the film thinks) transcends the (homo)sexuality of its protagonists. Haigh's direction - and one can see this from this very first scene - aims for a lived-in naturalism: the stage (or screen, I guess) is set for a bare-bones, raw, 'authentic' exploration of the slice of life of these two characters as they (drunkenly) meet and spend precious hours with one another talking up their approach to love, life and sex (another structural and clever touch is the twinned desire of both these characters to chronicle their sexual exploits).

I've heard and read a lot of what people find fascinating, touching and altogether poignant about the film. It has been praised as a thoughtful exploration of modern relationships, of offering a lived-in characterization of two men whose sexuality is an aspect but not an identity (inasmuch as the film presents them, something which I welcomed), and while I understand and respect where those feelings are coming from, Weekend left me cold. I didn't care about this 'hook-up' or the way the film tried to frame it at once as unique but also pedestrian. I didn't much care about these characters which, though carefully fleshed out through gestures and self-reflecting anecdotes (also welcome, as I tend to hate needless expository 'backstory'), never ceased to be two talking heads for conversations that try to escape the settings and trappings of the 'gay scene' but can never quite go beyond them.

But if I had to air my one grievance with the film it'd be this: is it not troubling to anyone else that for a movie that values intimacy at both a formal and thematic level, this movie only features sex scenes where both men are either intoxicated, tweaked out or high? Arguments can be made that the film is less interested in the sex part of the equation; it is after all a 'romance', or so I am led to believe though it is hard to pinpoint what love or feelings or intimacy mean to these characters who so clearly are presented as at once lonely and isolated from those around them yet functionally social enough to meet available men at bars. The more I watched the film, the more I realized that this was a story I felt indifferent towards. At some point I decided that I didn't care about these characters despite the film's attempts at earnestly humanizing them and presenting them as the other's only 'true' (or intimate) connection in the film.

There are other, more personal things I didn't quite care for in the film: the (over)use of drugs, the needless philosophizing that aims to pit these characters as emblematic of... something in modern romance, the seeming inability of the characters to live in a contemporary setting (most egregious is the lack of cell phones or laptops as means to stay in touch, but I take the point that the film is more interested in the 'weekend' than in the prospect of a long-distance relationship: it needs to romanticize the 'now' by at once ignoring but also depending on Russel's departure). In essence, I found the film's goal a disingenuous one. This is a film that presents itself as a deconstruction of a regular hook up, framing itself as a look into the intimate connection between its leads, but ultimately that intimacy felt endlessly fabricated and mediated (by drugs, by the narrativized hookup-in-hindsight conceit, by alcohol...) and thus never gave their relationship any of the grandiose and romantic feelings the ending wanted me to experience. I'd say I'm due for a re-watch but, I don't think I can stomach it.


Matthew said...

Hey, really fantastic post, And so glad to hear your thoughts on the film.

I agree almost entirely with your points in the last paragraph, particularly the excessive drug use and the lack of technology. But I think where you found the characters distant I found the opposite. However that isn't anything I can fault you for because you either connect with them or you don't. And I'm surprised I did since I can't see myself in either of them. But I do think Haigh is able to take the time to really flesh out them and their relationship, and I appreciate that.

Great piece, though. I will be re-reading, and then probably regretting posting so soon because my thoughts will fully form at that time.

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