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The Wild Boys: A Luddite Robot Conversation

written by rick September 30, 2018
The Wild Boys: A Luddite Robot Conversation

The Wild Boys, Bertrand Mandico’s feverish and gleefully overstuffed debut feature, is many things at once, and not all of those things make immediate sense together. It’s a highly theatrical coming-of-age story set on the high seas, featuring boys played by women becoming men who become women. It’s an island confinement narrative where the prison is an island of pleasure, where sexuality is a hovering menace and a source of connection to the natural world. It’s an explosion of impressionist color filmed in frequent high-contrast black and white.

And it’s nearly impossible to talk about without invoking a cascade of references, cinematic and otherwise. We give it a shot below. Climb aboard, but watch your step.

(Spoilers to The Wild Boys follow)

Wild Boys Trevor skullLiz: Well, Rick, I’ve now picked two movies for our discussion pieces – Eisenstein a couple weeks ago, and now The Wild Boys — and it turns out if I get to pick movies, they end up very weird and very gay. I just happened across this one as the Movie of the Day on Mubi, and usually Mubi’s new release gets are — forgive me, it’s a wonderful service — boring as hell.

I think we are about as far from boring as you can be with this thing. Boats with sails coated in body hair, phallic and vaginal fruits, boys on leashes, rear-projection weirdness, high contrast black and white interrupted by woozy scenes of color, mysterious islands that change your gender: this movie is almost too filled with ideas to talk about.

I might start with saying as a trans person, this is a movie I really responded to. The five wild boys are all played by women (between this and Suspiria, it’s quite the year for cross-gender casting, huh), and a lot of the themes of the film revolve around that performance of masculinity (literally, here).

It’s interesting to me as a kind of twist on the traditional story of the transition out of childhood. The transition from boy to man is something that, traditionally, has to happen in secret, outside of the public eye, because it’s supposed to be impossible: Man must always have been Man, it gains its power from its timelessness. That’s the purpose of the boy’s sea tale: to give the boy somewhere outside of the social world (but still inside the economic one, often) to process his transition.

Wild Boys on shipHere we kind of hold on that transition, and play with it in weird ways. In the traditional Western gender roles, boy children are basically considered girls; here, instead of boy-girl children maturing into men, unequivocally male children/teenagers “mature” into women.

There’s a lot going on here – what did you think of it?

Rick: There sure is! And as with Eisenstein, there’s a frequently comical quality to all the camp excess. (Incidentally, Camp Excess might be a good alternative title for The Wild Boys, or for a program of films at the Liz Lerner Festival.)

The Wild Boys is director Bertrand Mandico’s feature debut, following a number of short and medium-length films that I’m totally unfamiliar with, and even though it’s a bit of a dismissive cliché to attribute an excessive amount of ideas to debut features, there might be some of that going on here. In an interview, Mandico says:

[M]y core desire was to make an unlikely hybrid between a Robinson Crusoe-style adventure à la Jules Vernes and William Burroughs. I was also thinking of the paintings of Henry Darger. But also, from a purely cinematic point of view, there was a whole kaleidoscope of films that fuelled my fire on this movie: Buñuel’s The Young One, Peter Brook’s Lord of the Flies, Mackendrick’s A High Wind in Jamaica, Suzuki’s Fighting Elegy, Toshio Okuxaki’s Naked Pursuit, Fassbinder’s Querelle, Kenton’s Island of Lost Souls, von Sternberg’s The Saga of Anatahan, Koundouros’ Young Aphrodites, Genet’s A Song of Love, Wakamatsu’s Gewalt! Gewalt: shojo geba-geba, Imamura’s Profound Desires of the Gods, Schrader’s Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters and Carpenter’s The Fog.

That … would be a lot. And all the thematic excess is matched by The Wild Boys’ similarly overstuffed, hypnotic aesthetic, vibrant colors and high-contrast black and white, rear projection, a generally Guy Maddin-like frenzy in the editing. (It’s hard to write about this film without evoking other filmmakers!) All told, I found it rapturous and woozy, but also a sometimes jarring experience. One of the wild boys in question is described as “a strange mix of acid and milk,” and this might as well be characterizing The Wild Boys itself.

Since you chose this and Eisenstein back to back, I’m wondering what you think links them and how they differ?

Wild Boys masksLiz: Well, for starters, I think that, for all of those references — some of which I definitely recognize — in Wild Boys, the film is much less interested in showing off and making sure you know them than Eisenstein is (and as Greenaway is in general). I can imagine Greenaway making you take a quiz to make sure you’re ready for Eisenstein in a way I can’t imagine with Wild Boys.

I also get the sense that those references and citations — to Crusoe, to Verne, to all those films — are not historicized in the way references are in Eisenstein. Greenaway’s references take place within an artistic and cinematic history; Mandico is, I think, more interested in all these works for their vibe (or if I want to use proper academic-ese, their affect). The film is set in a vague not-present, something like the past of desire rather than the past of history.

It’s almost as if Mandico had to place the narrative in a world where gender roles were more well-defined so we can properly enjoy their transgression. I’m reminded of how Georges Batailles, pornographer and weirdo, was wholly against sexual liberation, because he thought desire only is enjoyable in the presence of constraint.

There’s also a real sexual menace at play in the sexuality of this film that is absent from Eisenstein, I think. The boys are introduced raping their English teacher, and that moment lingers over the rest of the film for me: we (or I, at least) are waiting for the sexual violence to reappear in some way.

What do you think of the sexual violence at play in the film?

Rick: It’s the inescapable question. To be honest, it took me out of it right from the beginning, to the point that re-engaging with the film was challenging. I don’t think it was the (mostly arthouse-rendered) sexual violence itself so much as the way it’s depicted in that first scene. There’s a dreamlike quality to everything in The Wild Boys, but that particular sense at the start feels especially barbed: the layering of an unnamed narrator’s voiceover, carrying an air of fatalism with it, the intoxicated images (of intoxicated adolescents in masks), and, more than anything, the porous border between play and violation, performance and enactment. By starting The Wild Boys in this way, Mandico seems to announce, “Don’t get too comfortable.”

Blurring borders, investing desire with danger (and menace), and reveling in unresolvable contradictions — these are all at the heart of the film, I think, and so it makes sense to lead this way. But I have to imagine not everyone will stick things out for another 100 minutes after this introduction.

Liz: Yeah, the rape of the teacher in particular was very close to turning me off for good from the film, honestly. I’m not sure why knowing the actors were women made it a little less uncomfortable for me. (I hadn’t looked up the director yet, and I suppose imagined he was a woman, too, for some reason.)

I’m much choosier about violence than most of the film buffs I know, and there are a lot of things that will disqualify a movie for me for good. (I’m probably never going to watch I Spit on Your Grave, for example.) But once the reality of it was over, and it was more just a hovering intensity in the film — a threat of violence that was always about to come back and repeat itself with the captain, and then with the person on the island, and then with the boys themselves in the final scenes — I do think it communicated … something, although I’m not sure what.

Wild Boys rear projectionIn queer circles, there often is this complicated sense of micro-power dynamics, that threaten to replicate the patriarchal structures that people in theory are trying to escape. The way that as soon as some of the boys begin to transform into women at the end of the film, they open themselves up to being victims of sexual violence, seemed to me to be the culmination of that thread through from the teacher (to the questionable figure of the judge at the school, to some extent) to the captain of the ship to the boys themselves. It seemed fully explored enough that I didn’t feel like it was just a matter of exploitative sexual prurience.

To go back to the earlier conversation, I think it’s interesting to think about how this movie relates to the “body horror” thing. It definitely has some similarities to body horror – the phalli really remind me of Naked Lunch – but I don’t think it’s particularly horrific, at least in that way. It’s more of a body transformation thing, but in a grotesque, beautiful way, like Cronenberg uncoupled from capitalism or social “points”. What do you think of that whole aesthetic — plants that act like bodies, fruits that act like bodies, bodies that turn into other bodies, and a weird floating skull that floats through all of that?

Rick: There is absolutely a Cronenbergian quality to those Mugwump blowjob plants! (Side note: now there is a sentence I didn’t expect write.) Approaching The Wild Boys as a body horror with the horror stripped out — or, if you like, translated instead as an intensity — seems about right.

Wild Boys waterfallBut that way in which it is horror-but-not-quite, that genre trope playfulness, applies across the board. Mandico is clearly having a lot of fun mixing and matching, not “subverting” tropes so much as sending them spinning against each other. The very notion of being sent to an island of pleasure as a form of transformative punishment is part of this set of contradictions and imploded binaries.

The instability of all these various identities is, again, matched by the instability of the aesthetic: the black and white and color, the silent film conventions and the action movie, the body horror and orgies shot like lurid dance, the rear projection that suddenly turns figures into monstrous presences in the background, submission and deliverance. Your reference to Batailles and the need for a stability to undermine makes me think of how much The Wild Boys seems to loathe artificial divisions even as it enacts them. As Mandico says, he “hates boundaries but loves smugglers.”

Liz: The punishment thing — I hadn’t thought about that, but it is interesting how the film kind of revolves around this idea of punishment as maturity, or maturity as punishment. The boys are sent off on the boat by their parents, who are promised their kids will return as model citizens. That model citizen is represented by a boy who has returned on a leash, completely docile.

But is that boy the successful end point of the punitive process? Even before they leave, the captain forces them to start eating the genital fruits that will turn them into women. It’s interesting to think of the actual process, of bringing them to this island to explore their pleasures, from a Lacanian perspective: we want to put the seed of woman-ness inside of you, because that will civilize you enough that we can accept you as men. But the conversion works too well and turns them completely into women — which, paradoxically, turns them into permanent outsiders, who, as we see in the last moments, prey on other boats of men.

I think there’s something very Lacanian-superego about the structure of the film, the version of a superego that says — Go out there, enjoy! (Within an endless number of implicit rules that you will only find out when you break them, so don’t really enjoy, don’t really follow any desire too much.) Use your penis, mangle it in whatever ways you want! (But don’t mangle it so much that you stop being a man, which you can’t be allowed to enjoy.)

I don’t know, there’s a lot going on here that rewards re-watching.

Elina Löwensohn in The Wild BoysRick: And further discussion! We’ve talked all this time and haven’t really touched on the remarkable performances.

I’d single out Vimala Pons, as the swaggering alpha of the group, Jean-Louis, and Elina Löwensohn, who plays a sort of post-gender master of the island named Severin(e). Löwensohn, who also appears this year in Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani‘s latest genre freak-out Let The Corpses Tan, seems to be Mandico’s muse, starring in many of his shorts, and she’s fascinating in The Wild Boys, imperious, mischievous, and menacing. Pons and the rest of the wild boys really drive home how unusual it is to see women playing roles like this, complicated coming-of-age depictions rooted in adolescent masculinity. There’s a real sense of freedom and nuance in their performances that holds together all of the film’s unstable threads, at least for the time it takes for them to unravel.

But like you said, this is an endlessly beguiling movie that almost definitely would reward revisits. I look forward to whenever the seas wash me back into its deeply strange waters.

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