the heart of their terror
by
Douglas Messerli
Alain Berliner and Chris Vander Stappen (screenplay), Alain Berliner (director) Ma Vie en Rose (My Life in Pink) / 1997
Belgian
director Alain Berliner’s Ma Vie en Rose is billed as a comedy, which
ultimately it becomes; but not before a great deal of social bigotry,
confrontation, and ostracization along with domestic confusion, terror, and
outright confoundment before arriving at that place. One might almost describe
this as a kind of absurdist comedy except that in 1997, the date of this film’s
French-language release, the issues it raises were still so fresh that the
underlying assumptions upon which the perception of the absurd depends were not
yet fully established. Even today there are many intelligent people who have
difficulty in talking reasonably about some of the issues Berliner’s film
raises.
It’s not just that the Fabre’s youngest
boy Ludovic (Georges Du Fresne), called “Ludo” by family members, has a
cherubic-like ovalene face, wears his hair long as many a European family
permitted throughout the 20th century—even while US fathers and barbers
insisted their sons be subjected to flat tops and buzz cut—dances to the tunes
of his favorite TV show Le Monde de Pam, starring the fantasy-like human
doll Pam (who lives in a pink world and marries the man of her dreams), but regularly
wears dresses and, when he is later told by his older sister Zoé about the
basic biological facts of X and Y chromosomes that determines the sex of a
child, declares that he is actually a girl who instead of the female XX
chromosomes he was intended to get, received the XY after “my other X fell into
the garbage.”
Ludovic’s mother Hanna (Michèle Laroque)
puts on a brave face, believing in allowing the fantasies of childhood to be
harmlessly played out, explaining "It's normal until 7. I read it in Marie-Claire.''
Ludo’s father Pierre (Jean-Philippe Écoffey) is not completely assured by her attitude,
but as a loving husband allows his wife to raise the children as she sees best.
Indeed, all might have gone well, but Ludo does not seem to be in any hurry to
abandon his fantasies when the family moves into what appears to be the perfect
suburban neighborhood which might almost remind us of Leonard Bernstein’s short
operatic rendition of US suburbia in Trouble in Tahiti—a backup quartet singing
Friendly sun opens the eyelids, opens the eyes
Of
the husband and wife;
Kindles
their faces, kindles their love,
Kindles
their faces with greetings of love
In
the little white house in Wellesley Hills.
Suburbia!
....
Joy
to your labors until you return
To
the little white house in Highland Park
In Shaker
Heights
In
Michigan Falls
In
Beverly Hills.
Skid
a lit day; skid a lit day... Ratty boo.
At first, the visiting parents are delighted
seeing in the child a beautifully dressed and well-behaved young lady; that is, until Pierre, in the midst of introducing
his four children, pauses before continuing, “And this is Ludovic. The practical
joker. He’s always doing things like that.”
So begins a long and slow decline in the
newcomers’ stature in this perfect adult version of Pam’s world. But unlike the
TV version of a children’s fantasy, the adult one hides many secrets.
When Ludo meets his fellow classmate Jérôme (Julien Rivière) it is love at first sight, the
boy, who just happens to be Albert’s son, accepting Ludo almost the girl she
demands she has always been. Even if the adults have not yet been able to
assimilate the change in pronoun their children symbolically embrace it.
As friends, Jérôme invites his new
girlfriend over to his house, carefully explaining that the room just before
his had been his sister’s. Later the children break into the sacred room, kept
intact from a time before the daughter’s unexplained absence not unlike Mrs.
Danvers’ shrine for Rebecca in Alfred Hitchcock’s film. Discovering the child’s
dresses, Ludo determines that she must dress up in the prettiest and pinkest of
them for an unofficial wedding between herself and Jérôme, playacting a
ceremony with the dead child’s teddy bear officiating, as “Pam” marries her “Ben.”
It is a moving scene of childish wonderment; but parents in this film are
always interrupting the fantasies of their children, and Albert’s more than
dutiful wife Lisette (Laurence Bibot) discovering them as they are about to
kiss, faints in horror over what she, and eventually the entire neighborhood,
perceive as a perverted desecration of their sexual values.
The Fabres have no choice but to seek
out psychological help for Ludo, which, given the girl’s insistence that she is
female, has little result. She lamely attempts to play with the male-assigned
toys, but it is as if the life has been drained from her. After Ludo, during the
school production of Snow White locks the young girl who is playing that
character in the bathroom and replaces her, awaiting the kiss of Jérôme she has
previously been denied, the entire school district goes into crisis. Ludo is
expelled and forced to attend another school which requires several hours of
travel each morning and night.
When Pierre’s own job seems to be
threatened even Hanna joins in the societal blaming her daughter.
Soon after, the child goes missing, found
eventually in a freezer where she been hiding to await her frozen death.
Realizing they will totally lose her if they continue, they allow her to wear a
dress to a neighborhood birthday party. The next day Pierre is fired from his
job and returns home drunk, with the terrified Ludo asking, “Is it my fault?”
Pierre’s announcement to her that it is not, that people are “jerks,” and Hanna’s
rejoinder, “I’m sick of all this hypocrisy” seems to suggest that Pierre and she
no longer blame their child’s gender displacement to be the heart of the
problem, yet at the very next moment she again turns against the child spitting
out the horrible words: “Yes, it’s your fault. Everything is your fault,”
almost as if suggesting what the hypocritical adults have determined is something
she has no longer any power to deny. This is the way the normative patriarchal
society works, blaming those innocent for their own fears and transferring the
guilt upon those who attempt to salve those fears.
Sexuality, Hanna recognizes is at the
heart of their terror. Almost as if to prove it, she appears at her neighbor
Albert’s driveway the very moment he has put Jérôme in the front seat and is
waving goodbye to Lisette on his way to drop off his son at school before
driving himself work. Hanna greets him and plants a long, sensuous kiss upon
his lips, gently stroking his hair.
The obedient and long-suffering Lisette, a product of her husband’s social and cultural inhibitions, has no choice but to believe that her husband has now been dishonest, having long desired Hanna and other women previously. In this contemporary Salem—or to contextualize it within French history, in the tradition of Margot de la Barre and Marion la Droiturière, women who were accused of causing impotence and desire in Marion’s former lover—has truly become a witch, or as Albert describes her “a devil.”
A day later they discover the words “Go
Away Fruits” spray-painted on their garage door. The family itself has now
become defined as “queer” simply for their son’s shift in the definition of her
gender. This surely cannot be a comedy the audience must conclude. And as if in
answer, soon after, while tears roll down Ludo’s eyes, her mother clips her
hair to match the cut she has given her to “other” sons.
Is it any wonder that Ludo now wishes to
live with her more accepting grandmother? When the two return for a family
weekend reunion, however, Pierre announces that he has found another job in a
town far away. And the Fabres once again pull up stakes and move on, as if
attempting to put the past into the coffin where Snow White, never having
received her kiss, likely died.
The new home, certainly more run-down
and less suburban than their previous home, is also filled with
friendly-seeming neighbors. Yet the new family keeps its distance and have
ordered Ludo to never again behave in a manner that suggests his gender desires.
Ludo nonetheless meets someone willing to be a friend, a tomboy (Chris Delvigne)
forced to wear girl’s clothes and envious at Ludo’s male attire. Invited to a
costume birthday celebration with her mother, the two are dressed by their
parents in cis-gender attire, Ludo in a musketeer outfit and Chris costumed as
a princess. Alone with Ludo, the tomboy conspires to switch costumes, to which
Ludo reacts with both horror and desire, twice insisting, “No I can’t.” The
stronger of the two, Chris physically enforces the switch as both return to the
gathering of mothers, Ludo hanging behind.
When Hanna sees Chris wearing Ludo’s
costume, she runs to find Ludo, who, as she begins to slap him hard, cries out “I
didn’t do it. It wasn’t my fault,” a muted declaration that actually nothing
ever was his fault. Yet Hanna, fearful of the past repeating itself, continues
to beat the fairy princess. The mothers come running, pulling her away from
Ludo, confused why such an innocent act as simply exchanging costumes has
resulted in such a violent response.
This is, if you recall an adult fantasy
as much as one for children, and now, as Hanna rushes to find Ludo to apologize
for her behavior, she finds her missing. Running to a highway sign advertising “Le
Monde de Pan,” into which she has previously seen Ludovic longingly staring,
she is startled to find Ludo in the picture as well, running off with Pam.
Awakening on the neighbor’s couch, she
is confused to see the faces of her own husband among her neighbors peering
down at her. Dr. Freud might have noted that she is the one who is now
displaced—as a mother who fears she can no longer play that role for her
beloved Ludovic; what is a mother who cannot accept and protect her own child? a
question surely that Lisette has long asked of herself as well.
Wondering if it’s okay if she now wear
dresses, both parents assure her that she may, clearly in acceptance of the
transformation overwhelming their still beloved child.
Los Angeles, October 29, 2020
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog and World Cinema Review (October 2020).
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