Winter’s a good time for a film festival. Out Takes, the gay film festival has been back in town this past week. A small festival but amongst the limited screenings we’ve seen several pleasing films.
The German farce, Fashion Victims, was fun if a little slow and in need of some sharpening. Karsten’s coming out was real, nicely judged, with he and Steven making a pleasing pair amongst the farcical goings on they get caught up in.
Shelter is a fine movie with a good deal of excellent acting to render a well constructed story. We hugely admired this film.
However the award for greatest pleasure goes to Were the World Mine. This is a totally delightful fantasy. Shakespeare well knew how to rework an old story to greater stature and quality, and while Were the World is not his Dream wholly reworked it is a splendid interpretation of Puck in small town USA 21st century style. Timothy’s situation is not so uncommon but his mastery of song, gorgeous voice [the face is pretty damn fine as well] and his proper good luck dispensing the love juice with his football-team classmates [especially his liaison with Nat], make for a most uncommon and very satisfying entertainment. The Elizabethans knew they were on to a good thing with their notion of ‘overgoing’ as the appropriate driving principle for artistic creation. This overdone version of the fairy sub-plot from A Midsummer Night’s Dream is such stuff as dreams were made on: long may it be so.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Prospero · The Tempest