By Ben Walters, 4 April 2018.
My review for the May 2018 issue of Sight & Sound of 120 BPM, Robin Campillo’s superb feature about ACT UP Paris in the early 1990s. The film is released in the UK on 6 April 2018 in cinemas and on demand. Review posted with permission.
“The unthinkable has happened: people who yesterday were considered dead have come back.” So says the mayor in Les Revenants (2004), Robin Campillo’s unnerving debut feature, in which the deceased of a French town return to life and… just sort of hang around, unsure what to do, unsure what can be done, queering the complacent order around them. Campillo has spoken of how the project was informed by his personal experience of the HIV/AIDS crisis during the 1980s, a time when he and many others, in Campillo’s words, “withdrew from life” in the face of a horror belittled, weaponised or ignored by mainstream society. Campillo was reinvigorated when he joined the French chapter of the HIV/AIDS activist group ACT UP in 1992 and, in 120 BPM, he revisits the period, and the move from uncertainty to agency that it represents, to compellingly imaginative, interrogative and illuminating effect.
Like the US-centred documentaries How to Survive a Plague (2012) and United in Anger (2012), the film focuses on ACT UP and engages with the struggle for access to better medical treatment. But 120 BPM does not make that struggle, and its hopeful eventual resolution, its narrative spine. Nor, although a couple’s relationship is at its heart, does it present paired romance as an adequate or desirable alternative to wider, queerer networks of feeling, understanding and behaving. It is a collective story about collective action, willing to sit with dissensus, ambiguity and irresolution, and all the more enthralling and devastating for it. As a period piece, it’s revelatory. As a call to arms, it’s galvanising.
Set over a couple of years in the early 1990s, 120 BPM follows a dozen or so core members of Parisian ACT UP as they plan and execute a range of actions and interventions, from dishing out sex education in schools to apparently turning the Seine blood-red. The last is a formidable feat of poetic license on the part of Campillo, who has fictionalised his own experiences throughout. The group’s calculatedly spectacular activism could have played out as something like a spy procedural but it doesn’t. Their interventions are wry and scrappy, quite glorious when they land, somewhat absurd when they don’t. The real tension doesn’t involve, say, the police but rather the dialectic of the group’s weekly meetings, a starkly lit civic amphitheatre in which ideas and assumptions collide to throw sparks, and sometimes draw blood, in the spirit of a righteous shared enterprise.
The superb ensemble are particularly compelling in these scenes, where the personal and political cannot be separated. (Campillo wrote the script for Laurent Cantet’s comparably discursive The Class, 2008.) Disagreement hovers round most every tactic weighed (whether to engage with drug companies, whether to mobilise the bodies of the dead and dying) and ambiguity or surprise round most every response met (the teacher who welcomes the invasion of her classroom, the cruisers who resent AIDS-awareness posters on their patch). Principled action is valorised regardless of its local outcome. There’s an insistence on the invigorating effects of agency in abjection.
Activism cannot be separated from dancing here or from sex. 120 BPM’s sex scenes are extraordinary vignettes of bodies and selves reaching for shared pleasure, anxiety and weakness countered by humour and desire. The film richly conveys a range of other ecstasies too: bodies on a dancefloor, moving in joy, surrounded by molecular harbingers of death; bodies on MDMA, flushed with empathy and appreciation, finding heaven in public disorder; bodies dying, machinery painfully packing up, people impossibly, unforgivably gone. Notably, the institution of the couple – the relationship between Sean (Nahuel Pérez Biscayart) and Nathan (Arnaud Valois) comes to take centre stage – is presented not as a nirvana, an advert for monogamous codependence or personal self-realisation, but as a fluid experiment in hope and happiness.
Other normative institutions are also disarmingly queered in ways that sidestep stereotypical antagonisms. Domesticity appears not as the proper site of intimacy or as a stifling hell but as a contingently useful technology of care. Biological family appears not as the only real kinship or as an oppressive trap but as a largely deferential source of support. Wage work appears not as an avatar of status or wealth or as a miserable obligation but as a kind of grotesque joke. 120 BPM understands that conflict is not abuse and comrades need not be friends. It immerses us in tangled lives of passion and anger on their own terms of tenderness, frustration, charisma, mess, pride, fury, pain, laughter, intimacy and bitterness. It’s a film about fragility – the fragility of the body, the fragility of the collective, the fragility of the beat – and it suggests that only by attending fiercely to the fragile can we find our way to love.
120 BPM is released in the UK on 6 April 2018 in cinemas and on demand. 120 BPM website here.
The May 2018 issue of Sight & Sound is on sale now. Sight and Sound website here.
