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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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By the great kindness of a friend I have received a copy of Death in Venice, a film that made a great impression on me even before its release. It was a film that contained "the most beautiful boy in the world" after all.
So, tonight, I settled in to watch the film. I've been looking ofrward to it for ages and "gave it to myself as a treat".
It's astounding how little happens in the entire film! But the seeing of a beautiful boy across the room, the glances, the imagined or real returned glances - they were perfect. They are as I know me, as I know I behave when I see a beautiful boy. It's almost a desperation. Whatever else Visconti captured, that is something he captured to perfection.
What I found peculiar was the boy.
When the film first came out I fell in, well, not love, but in something, with Tadzio. I've found the image of Tadzio beautiful since then. I even bought a Breton fisherman's jersey just like the one in the film so that some of the beauty might rub off in a way.
I studied his face and his body in the film. And, heresy that it may be, I found him to be scrawny, though not in the swimsuit scenes, but I also found him simply not to be beautiful. The screen make-up did pretty well, and he has, when allowed to use it, a winning smile. But he is not beautiful, not exactly.
Now the image on the screen has not changed, so what has happened?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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