In which The Gay Recluse watches French film.
In Robert Bresson’s Pickpocket, the young (and kinda hot, in an aloof, cerebral way) lead is given to wandering the streets of Paris, looking into the eyes of men with whom he has the briefest and most exhilarating (but ultimately soulless) encounters. Surprise: at least superficially, this movie is not about gay sex! Released in 1959, during the dark ages of post-war western civilization, the film deftly — and we mean this in the most literal sense, given the amazing choreography of wallets being lifted from the marks in question — presents a society of underground pickpockets to serve as a metaphor for the gay underground with which Bresson was obviously on very familiar terms. Even the ending, where the lead is supposedly redeemed through his love of a woman, makes much more sense when viewed through a gay lens, and here’s your first clue: the guy’s now in jail, and thus separated from his “love” by a literal set of bars! (Ha, this is like the long-distance relationship ploy used to such great effect by so many modern closet-cases, who will only confess their love to a woman when she’s in another city.) While we were initially tempted to dismiss the work as the dated and agonized confession of a tortured soul (i.e., Bresson), the fim ultimately moved and — like his other work that we’ve seen — haunted us for many hours after it was done. The reason for this, we have come to realize, is that while Bresson in no way was prepared (or permitted) to literally deal with the question of homosexuality, his exploration through means of the pickpocket metaphor likewise released him from the burden of stereotype, so that the film ultimately resonates with a degree of truth and candor lacking in 98 percent of movies made today. As with our dreams, Bresson speaks to us only in symbols and metaphors, and like the characters in his film, we find ourselves gripped by longing to understand not only his intentions, but our own, as if by doing so, we will be given clues to our larger fate.
