“Happiest Season” sarà, for some, the perfect escapist family holiday movie — particularly if you were hoping to get in your time machine and go back to the 1990s. As entertainment, it backslides roughly 20 o 30 years in LGBTQ progress by leaning on some very old (and very straight) tropes, and there’s frankly no excuse for it. Tranne, bene, 2020.
But there is no good reason to dial back the representation clock by putting two hyper-feminine White women back in the closet for a Hallmark-esque plastic performance
, even Hallmark knows better
I might want to escape from
2020 into a feel-good film as much as the next person
, but I definitely don’t want to do it by going back to the 1990s
. This year already feels too much like
1993 (che era, tra le altre cose, the year of
, non dirlo”) politicamente, with an administration that has tried
, and too many cases
, succeeded in chipping away at LGBTQ rights
— pursuing an anti-LGBTQ agenda in the nation’s highest court
, rolling back health care protections for transgender people and others and trying to ban diversity training in the federal workplace
. Earlier this month marked the observance of Transgender Awareness Week and Transgender Day of Remembrance
— in a year marred by a record number of killings of trans people
Many LGBTQ Americans — in fact many people who inhabit minority identity categories, periodo — are weary. We are tired of being afraid, of being misunderstood. Of being rolled up into the most superficial versions of ourselves just to be palatable to some of the very people who vote against our families, our bodies, our right to exist.
“I’m so excited, I can’t believe you’re finally going to meet everyone,” Abby says to her girlfriend as they drive to her parents’ house for the holidays in “Happiest Season.”
“There’s something that we should talk about,” Harper says. “I didn’t tell my parents I’m gay.”
“This is why I hate Christmas. It brings out the worst in everything,” Abby laments.
La verità è, this movie feels like a throwback to the worst in heteronormative Hollywood.
For many lesbians like me, the 1990s were filled with anticipatory trips to the neighborhood video rental store, where we first had to scan to make sure no one was looking as I slipped behind the curtain marked “Adult,” bypassed the porn titles and arrived at the comforting “Gay and Lesbian” section. I then promptly rented any and every title available — because generally there was only one that I hadn’t seen — and watched it, even though oftentimes, it was terrible. If the production quality was decent, the plotline was guaranteed to be problematic, or the inverse was true.
These movies (ricorda “Chasing Amy?”) were often written and directed by straight men — or featured women who initially expressed interest in another woman (either through one awkward sex scene or a strife-filled second act) but then went back to the man at the end. Ancora, we lapped up every moment of them because there was nothing else, no other form of media where we could find ourselves represented.
Then something wonderful happened around the time that premium cable and movie production houses grew a spine and started to compete with the rise of Netflix and online streaming. A breathtaking roster of inclusive and representational programming started to emerge — “Queer as Folk” e “The L-Word,” movies like “Carol” e “Moonlight.”
This is partly why it was so disheartening that “Happiest Season” is the brainchild of Clea DuVall, a fiery Hollywood veteran and lesbian who has played biting roles in such LGBTQ fan favorites such as “But I’m a Cheerleader” e “Ragazza, Interrupted.” She should know better than to default to the cinematic tropes of yesteryear.
Did DuVall forget that Ryan Murphy and Steven Canals already raised the bar with FX’s
“Posa,” featuring queer
, HIV-positive bodies having sex
? That Joey Soloway evolved the scene with transgender characters and Jewish kitsch in Amazon’s
”? And who could forget Jenji Kohan’s groundbreaking
“Orange is the New Black
” with Laverne Cox and beautiful
, Black and brown women of all persuasions
? Did we forget that these rich and nuanced and representational shows attracted broad
, mainstream viewers
, awards and cult followings
“It’s a very heterosexual genre and to be able to have all the same feelings and see a story that feels familiar, that you connect with, but that also has two women at the center, it shouldn’t seem that radical, but it kind of is. I really wanted the movie to feel accessible to all audiences,” DuVall said in a recent interview about the rom-com holiday movie. The notion that you need to water content down in order to be “accessible” (and successful) is perhaps the most 1990s thing of all here.
LGBTQ Americans are living in a time of great paradoxes
. We’ve endured four years of vitriol and attacks on our rights that we hadn’t experienced in more than two decades
, yet we face the sun as we see an incoming administration that sees us
, calls us by name
, pledges to stand for our right to live and love in a way no president ever has before
We see ourselves reflected in pop culture and media in more nuanced and tangible ways than ever before, and yet we still stare down the barrel of a system that also seems to still believe that in order for a studio to greenlight a holiday movie, homophobic Aunt Betty needs to be able to stomach it. These great contradictions threaten to tear us at the seams. My only hope is that society is resilient enough to keep marching in the right direction.
Many of us who are LGBTQ have been forced into the closet at lovers
’ holiday gatherings
, introduced as the friend or the roommate
. But if we had to classify this affront in a genre
, it would most certainly edge more towards a horror movie
, maybe a psychological thriller or a drama
. It would not
, in any stretch of the imagination
, be a romantic comedy