A sad film
I saw this film 17 years ago and having screened it again last night, it inspires the same melancholy. Certainly, it was a great documentary and a brilliant debut for the director, Jennie Livingston, but when I watch this film, I see little cause for celebration.
It’s a fun ride in a glam/camp sort of way, but behind the make up and glitter are a lot of talented, energetic young people who could be doing so much more than living on the margins of society. Glamming it up on the underground is fine as far as it goes; we all need diversions and who is to say that one person’s choice of entertainment is more worthy than anothers, but where exactly does one go when the ball is over? I don’t want to draw any hasty conclusions; maybe these performers are all well adjusted individuals and living relatively normal lives with careers and goals many viewers would identify with. But if that were the case, why wasn’t any of that even glimpsed on screen? What we DO see is a collection of runaways dreaming of things that will never be realized. Indeed, the film calls to mind the poem by Langston Hughes “A Dream Deferred.”
I see a lot of deferred dreams in PIB.
I salute the energy and ambition of the men in this film, but Livingston’s narrative seems to be a terrible indictment of racism in America, of homophobia (particularly in black families), and of an educational system that allows so many young people to effectively end up on the street with little to no future orientation.
Whenever this film comes up in conversation (in person or in on-line forums) people often suggest a follow up project documenting where these people are now, but the suggestion is always truncated with the realization that many (most? all?) are gone due to AIDS, drugs, or other unfortunate circumstances . . . The apparent muder of Venus by strangulation is tragic in and of itself (was the murderer ever found, tried, and convicted?) but even more so when one stops to consider that it may well represent the tip of an iceberg.
In some ways PIB was a landmark film. Which begs the question of what happened to Jennie Livingston? Why the fifteen year hiatus between PIB and her next project? Was she busy raising a family? Raising money? Inquiring minds want to know. After this film, she should have had ready backers for her next project or producers ready to hire her. After watching PIB, I feel cheated that such a talented director didn’t give us more over the years.