New York City Inferno

Paris back in the late 1970's showed this film in a public cinema where anyone over 18 years old could see it. It's tagline was ' a descent into a homo hell ' and the poster depicts rough looking men aggressively looking out of the poster. It was shown in the Rue du Dragon and the cinema was called Dragon 24, and it showed other explicit films including ' Le Beau Mec ' which was a much better film than this one. Jacques Salieri did not give his name as director, but called it a Marvin Merkins film and that puzzles me. He made again in my opinion one very good adult film than this and yet this is the one that gets a page to itself on Wikipedia. It is predominantly a negative portrayal of homosexual sex and in my opinion it is a morbid, almost cruel depiction of casual sexuality despite the fact that a slight ' romantic ' element is put into it. I believe it is of its time and as a sad document of that late 70's era it is debatably important.

One of the definitions of pornography includes "a morbid interest in..." which has linked the genre for me with that of Horror, though the two only occasionally overlap, particularly in sex films dealing with Satanic cults. This Jacques Scandelari movie shot in NYC takes an extremely morbid look at the phenomenon of cruising, resulting in a gritty if one-note artifact.

I have not been able to determine whether this was released in NYC theatrically at the time, it having been a French production for audiences back in France, with the usual outsider's view of America providing a certain "gee whiz" quality. The famous American film "Cruising" shot not long after by William Friedkin (though it had been a project earlier assigned to the more appropriate auteur Paul Morrissey fresh from his success working with Warhol) was made on my block at the famous gay leather bar "Rawhide", a corner location more recently turned into a clothing boutique. My connection with this movie is only peripheral, as I knew the late Elliott Stein who is credited with the story idea.

Watching the movie on DVD courtesy of Chicago-based distributor Bijou Video in a truncated 58-minute version retitled "From Paris to New York", I was struck by its monotone nature, underscored by poor print quality used for telecine transfer, making the visuals nearly black & white. Also noticeable is that the all-male cast of players nearly all sport bushy moustaches, except notably for a youngster who has interracial sex in a scene set in the "Ladies Room" at a club.

It's a quest tale, as Frenchman Jerome arrives in NYC in December 1977 at the old TWA terminal at JFK Airport (just recently reopened as a renovated hotel complex), in search of his lover Paul, and haunted by a sort of Dear John letter he's received in which Paul states he's not returning to Paris.

Jerome's non-adventures in the Big Apple, including atmospheric locations in the West Village, consist almost entirely of cruising for gay sex: anonymous, mechanical, uninhibited and presented without any emotion or communication. Typical of this approach is a striking Glory Hole scene, in which many studs line up to deep throat anonymous big dicks sticking out through holes in the wall. The actors, as in so many Gay porn movies back then and even today, appear utterly stoic, going through the motions of sexual passion like zombies or automatons. (Now that even Jim Jarmusch has stooped to making a zombie comedy, I'm waiting for the inevitable production "The Sex Life of a Zombie".)

I have always related this curious approach to a Warhol remark way back when that one of his favorite movies was the sci-fi "Creation of the Humanoids", a Saturday afternoon movie on TV staple I saw back in the '60s via a syndication package, and which captures for thematic reasons the same ennui and blankness of personality.

Unlike his more flamboyant films that I've seen: "Philosophy in the Bedroom" from the softcore era and the later "Flashing Lights", also set in NYC, "Inferno" is gritty and harsh, with the unsparing gaze of a documentarist observing these denizens of NYC night life in an almost Margaret Mead stance of curious but arm's length anthropologist. A non-stop musical score of familiar hits by the Village People does nothing to enliven this bleak mood.

By robbing the characters of their humanity and emotions (even the French lead playing Jerome is utterly stone-faced throughout, despite the obvious plot hook of his devotion to his friend Paul) the movie does not depict the Gays of that era fairly.

Of course, sensationalism sells and even sadly endures, as witness the DVD's coming attractions emphasizing John Waters as the ultimate expert on the subject. But the romantic porn of the '70s typified by Hand in Hand Films (also distributed currently by Bijou Video) more accurately shows the gay community in a better light.