Un Chant d’amour/Song of love (1950 France 26 mins)
Source: ACMI/NLA Filmmaker: Jean Genet Phot: Jacques Natteau
Cast: Java, André Reybaz, Lucien Senemaud
Jean Genet set an example for other self-performers like James Dean, Joe Orton and Andy Warhol to follow. His real life, like those of his successors, emerging as by far the most compelling work of art he produced. Like those other iconic artists, Jean Genet is Jean Genet’s consummate creation, and finding the boundary between the day-to-day realities of life and his creative existence is a bit like exploring a Mobius Strip.
Abandoned by his birth mother, Genet was brought up on a farm, where despite his academic gifts, he was unpopular for his effeminacy and insistence on speaking only formal French, rather than the local slang. Unsettled and kleptomaniac, he bounced between various carers (including blind musicians and Parisian typesetters), spent time in psychiatric institutions, and then joined the army at the age of 19. He was stationed in Syria, but soon deserted, escaping to bum around Europe, funding his travels through prostitution and petty crime. Eventually busted, he spent a long period in jail, where he wrote Our Lady of The Flowers (1942), the work that came to the attention of Jean-Paul Sartre, who secured Genet’s release and became his patron. Genet suffered from depression throughout his life, and attempted suicide more than once.
Within this context, Genet created his only film. Apparently made for the private porn collections of wealthy French gays, and later disowned by an embarrassed Genet – á la George Michael – on the grounds of his new found artistic maturity, Un chant d’amour (1950) was banned from public exhibition in France upon its initial release, and has won only sporadic screenings since, often in censored form. It is semi-pornographic, featuring full-frontal male nudes playing with their hard-ons, and fetishistic close-ups of sweaty feet, armpits and thighs. Watching the film is a confronting experience that can feel a bit like watching porn, so in a way it’s no wonder that it has remained fairly obscure.
Un chant d’amour is clearly influenced by Genet’s North African military service, his homosexuality, and his ‘shrugged-off’ sense of separation from the ‘group.’ In the film, soldiers sweat their days away in the solitary cells of a military jail/oven in the desert, and dream of frolicking with each other in the grass and flowers of home. When desire and/or boredom overcome them, they rub themselves erotically against their concrete cell walls, blow cigarette smoke to each other through glory holes, or dance. A guard watches them through peepholes, simultaneously aroused and terrified by their bizarre and sometimes brazenly sexual behaviour. The film is a showcase for Genet’s legendary sense of homosexual carnal glamour – a sense or characteristic emphasised by Fassbinder in his film adaptation of Querelle de Brest (1982), and an area where Genet was way ahead of his time – and his formidable knack for sound and image poetry. The fact that Un chant d’amour is Genet’s only film is a big loss for film lovers. It is a remarkable and unique short film that has been regrettably uncelebrated.
For present day viewers, Un chant d’amour also serves as a shameful reminder of how much has gone wrong with modern gay-interest/themed cinema. Though Genet worked undercover making this film in a bygone era, and despite its brevity and lack of any sound or dialogue, it holds its own today as one of the wisest and truest gay films: most others look stupid by comparison. There’s a real sense of ‘gay truth’ in Un chant d’amour that’s missing from almost every gay-interest film that’s been made since (though it should be noted that there weren’t many made before 1950). Its erotic content is unparalleled even by modern gay porn – which is bleached and robotic – while romantically, it makes a fairly superior, and popular, gay-romance film like Beautiful Thing (Hettie MacDonald, 1996) look contrived, sentimentalised and manipulative.
Granted, Genet wasn’t under pressure to make a social statement that pleased producers, activist groups, and mainstream audiences all at once. That’s a post-AIDS pressure the (mainly non-gay) makers of films like Philadelphia (Jonathan Demme, 1993), The Next Best Thing (John Schlesinger, 2000), The Laramie Project (Moises Kaufman, 2001) et al have buckled under, leaving mangled and meaningless films in their wakes. On the other hand, ‘indie’ gay movies like Totally F***ed Up (Gregg Araki, 1993) and Road Movie (In-shik Kim, 2002) aren’t as earnest, but are in many ways still just reactions against Hollywood gay norms. Nothing, however, explains why makers of films such as these ignored Genet’s close-to-perfect template for gay cinematic expression. Echoes of Un chant d’amour are visible in everything from Madonna videos to perfume advertising, absent only – and unforgivably – from most other gay-interest cinema.