Film Description
| AVANT QUE J'OUBLIE (BEFORE I FORGET) | ||
| Director: | Jacques Nolot |  |
| Country: | France | |
| Year: | 2007 | |
| Language: | French with English subtitles | |
| Runtime: | 108 minutes | |
| Rating: | NR | |
| Principal Cast: | Jacques Nolot | |
| Trailer: | www.videodetective.com/titledetails.aspx?publishedid=598934 | |
| SCREENING TIMES | |||
| Saturday, November 8 Friday, November 14 |
8:45 PM 9:00 PM |
Art Gallery of Windsor | |
Growing old gracefully is definitely not on anyone’s gay agenda in Avant que j’oublie. It is a caustic memoir told in the present tense, a cold-eyed appraisal of the indignities faced by a near-death homosexual with no money, mostly dead friends and only bitchy acquaintances to lend any comfort. Sex is paid for or stolen from delivery boys, prostates flare up, work dries up, HIV meds run out and the hot young gay boys look at him with pity. So what’s a queen to do? Get high, put on a dress and tell them all to go to hell.
Jacques Nolot’s films invariably have a jaw-dropping honesty to them, eliciting serious cringes in fantasy-fed gay men. The films – which typically star Nolot himself – are always partly autobiographical and frequently feature thinly veiled standins for closeted (and not) members of the French film industry. They are strewn with long observational pauses devoted to the contemplation of his various sordid messes and the boredom that he fears, but they are never themselves boring. The sex is alarmingly graphic, the dialogue vicious and the cinematography stunning.
In Avant que j’oublie, there is also an interesting subcultural theme at play. The film’s (few) narrative sequences involve the way families try to dislodge inheritances from long-time toy boys. They were hustlers when their older, richer partners found them; now, these men are much fatter, less coarse, drink-in-the-afternoon types adept at determining the cheapest price for everything from therapy to a blow job. Obsessed with wills, they even attend auctions to appraise their partners’ estates. Ultimately every action of these aged gigolos is driven by fear: the fear of being forgotten or of dying back where they started – on the streets.
Nolot’s films have developed a cult following in France for the rigour of their contempt for bourgeois morality and their breathtaking use of language. He deserves many more fans on this continent. It leaves a particular taste in one’s mouth when a woman decked out in Balenciaga comments on a dead architect’s proletarian lover thus: "You can go down a floor... but not to the basement."
Noah Cowan
© 2007 Toronto International Film Festival Group.
