Friday, March 26, 2010

Fassbinder Has No Regrets


I am deep in the middle of a Fassbinder revival. In college, around 1986, I watched Querelle on campus. It was so sexually outrageous that they offered refunds to everyone. Today, I realize Fassbinder is at the core of my German-American identity as a child of the US Military in the 1970s, in West Germany and the outpost of American Empire. I am undertaking a major study of his work, which was chaotic, disciplined, gay and universal, historic and utterly contemporary, elegantly wasted but whip smart. This is an image of him around 1963 I nicked off Flickr. I love it as it is an image of him as an emerging gay man -- awkward, portly, fascinated, and potent.

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