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Boy Erased Doesn't Soft-Pedal the Horrors of Gay Conversion Therapy, and Thank God for That
Boy Erased comes fortified with intentions so loud, clear, and indisputably good that it may sound harsh to wish it were simply a little better. Yet here we are. An adaptation of the 2016 gay conversion memoir by Garrard Conley, the movie proceeds with solemn intensity as it hits some now-familiar notes. In suburban Arkansas, Jared Eamons (Lucas Hedges) knows he likes boys but hides it from girlfriends from whom he flees when things turn sexual. His father (Russell Crowe) is a local minister, and his mother (Nicole Kidman) is their happy steward. The façade holds until Jared goes off to college, where he finds himself making fast friends with an athletic boy who joins him for jogs and video games. He clearly falls for the boy, and after a violent, disturbing incident one nightan early sign that, if nothing else, this movie will not shy away from the horrors to comeJared is outed to his family. Soon hes in the car with his mother on his way to a conversion facility.
The urge to dramatize gay conversion has now given us enough novels, memoirs, and films that the events can feel routine. When Jared arrives at the center, were ready for the cast of undertakers who greet Jared and administer a dark regiment of therapy sessions and physical corrections. Written and directed by Joel Edgerton, who also casts himself as the head of the ex-gay practice, Boy Erased tries (like other similar films) to gussy up the narrative with fragmented jumps back and forth between its protagonists sexual awakening and his experience at the facility, with tense home encounters in between. But Edgerton never quite finds a natural rhythm for the conceit, and early on, he ends up obscuring the aftermath of a brutal assault, one of the movies most devastatingly unflinching moments, and later, imbues Jareds gentle experience with another boy at college (Théodore Pellerin) with a strange menace that doesnt seem warranted or intended.
This movie empathizes both with conversion-therapy victims and, to a lesser but still notable extent, the people who truly believe theyre doing it to help their kids.
In other ways, Edgerton more skillfully avoids the genres emerging clichés. Unlike, say, this years Miseducation of Cameron Post, which cant resist turning its facility into a gay-conversion Breakfast Club, Boy Eraseds patients are sketched only in heartbreaking flashes: a pale, petrified teenage girl; a former football player who looks permanently on the verge of tears; a boy who appears daily with new, unexplained bruises. We experience them as Jared does, as fellow residents with suspicious eyes who drift in and out of the sterile clinic every day. (Tellingly, at the end of the movie, we dont know what happens to most of them.) Boy Erased is also less squeamish about depicting the physical horrors of the facility and even seems to escalate one particularly disturbing scene from Conleys book, a faux funeral that here includes children beating other children with Bibles. This impulse is preferable to soft-pedaling, if also, in this scene at least, a little grotesque: The movies puzzling score, by Danny Bensi and Saunder Jurriaans, pounds away at us with each new blow, as if this must turn into a literal horror movie for us to feel the weight of what were seeing. It neednt.
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The urge to dramatize gay conversion has now given us enough novels, memoirs, and films that the events can feel routine. When Jared arrives at the center, were ready for the cast of undertakers who greet Jared and administer a dark regiment of therapy sessions and physical corrections. Written and directed by Joel Edgerton, who also casts himself as the head of the ex-gay practice, Boy Erased tries (like other similar films) to gussy up the narrative with fragmented jumps back and forth between its protagonists sexual awakening and his experience at the facility, with tense home encounters in between. But Edgerton never quite finds a natural rhythm for the conceit, and early on, he ends up obscuring the aftermath of a brutal assault, one of the movies most devastatingly unflinching moments, and later, imbues Jareds gentle experience with another boy at college (Théodore Pellerin) with a strange menace that doesnt seem warranted or intended.
This movie empathizes both with conversion-therapy victims and, to a lesser but still notable extent, the people who truly believe theyre doing it to help their kids.
In other ways, Edgerton more skillfully avoids the genres emerging clichés. Unlike, say, this years Miseducation of Cameron Post, which cant resist turning its facility into a gay-conversion Breakfast Club, Boy Eraseds patients are sketched only in heartbreaking flashes: a pale, petrified teenage girl; a former football player who looks permanently on the verge of tears; a boy who appears daily with new, unexplained bruises. We experience them as Jared does, as fellow residents with suspicious eyes who drift in and out of the sterile clinic every day. (Tellingly, at the end of the movie, we dont know what happens to most of them.) Boy Erased is also less squeamish about depicting the physical horrors of the facility and even seems to escalate one particularly disturbing scene from Conleys book, a faux funeral that here includes children beating other children with Bibles. This impulse is preferable to soft-pedaling, if also, in this scene at least, a little grotesque: The movies puzzling score, by Danny Bensi and Saunder Jurriaans, pounds away at us with each new blow, as if this must turn into a literal horror movie for us to feel the weight of what were seeing. It neednt.
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