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The Horrors of Reproductive Health Inspired ‘Brian Won’t Wear Condoms’
Reproductive health care is usually argued about, while the magnitude of it still somehow escapes politicians. These people make policies but don’t understand basic biology. They also think having ovaries makes us inferior to them for some random reason. In college, my friend shared her story about the abortion she got in a Kansas clinic with biblical pictures on the ceiling. She stared up into this Christian scene, which she didn’t believe in, as the doctor performing the procedure shamed her for her choice.
After hearing that story, I was happy to join a different friend on a road trip to Colorado when she needed an abortion and wanted to escape a similar fate. Things were smooth until we got back to Missouri. She took her last dose of medicine and began bleeding out. We panicked and took her to the ER, where, in our fright, we told the truth and then watched the staff immediately become cold. We sat in the ER for hours with her bleeding. In the morning, they gave her a pad and sent us on our way, with no apology for making her do this in a public space. Whenever I think about how the staff treated my friend, crying and bleeding through her whimsical pjs, I get pissed. That was the last time I could pretend reproductive health matters in this country.
The Patriarchy Won’t Let Us Be Great
Being a woman is awesome, aside from the chokehold the patriarchy has on society. This especially blows because reproductive matters have been written off as women’s problems. This is sad, seeing how not everyone with ovaries identifies as a woman. This narrative also seemingly lets men off the hook for pregnancies that they are equally responsible for. I’m not sure how we got here, and if the patriarchy will ever topple, but I love that we have so many filmmakers making art about these topics. Genna Edwards’ new short Brian Won’t Wear Condoms is one of those movies taking aim at how the patriarchy would have you believe men’s pleasure is more important than women’s health.
Brian Won’t Wear Condoms is a very relatable premise that goes to some bloody heights. Kayla (April Consalo) watches as her friend Abby (Jordan Chin) tries a new contraceptive to appease her boyfriend Brian (Aaron Latta-Morissette). Brian doesn’t like wearing condoms and, like most men, thinks this is something Abby should figure out for his sake. So, when Abby starts acting differently, it’s Kayla who notices and starts asking questions.
Reproductive Health Impacts Everybody
As with the stories I shared at the top of this article, and the stories I’m keeping to myself, Abby and Kayla’s dynamic is relatable. A friend with a boyfriend who doesn’t like condoms and won’t get a vasectomy is a tale as old as time. If you haven’t been the friend, then you have probably been the girl in the clown shoes risking your health. Many of us do this because we live in a society that tries to convince us that being a wife and mother is what AFABs are born to do. If that’s not our goal, then we’re called selfish.
Reproductive health and how cavalier men are about women’s safety were at the forefront of Edwards’ mind while working on Brian Won’t Wear Condoms. “I got a Mirena IUD during Trump’s first term, when I was worried about what could happen to me if I got pregnant.” Edwards continued, “As a white woman of ample resources, I was and am at far less risk of what’s been happening all over the country – women dying because doctors won’t abort an ectopic pregnancy, women being kept on life support as incubators while brain-dead, teenagers forced to carry their rapist’s child. But I knew I didn’t want to get pregnant and that if I had to have an abortion, it would likely traumatize me.”
Make It Make Sense
Edwards shared, “I was on the pill as a teenager, and it made me depressed, so I had been off of it for years, using condoms diligently. When Trump [took] office, it felt like I had no choice. Condoms aren’t always effective. The pill had already proven bad for me. What else was I supposed to do?” Edwards pointed out, “There are no birth control options for men – I wince thinking about that one trial that almost made it, but when men experienced even the slightest side effects (acne, weight changes, mood fluctuations that women deal with every day on the pill or patch) they shut it down.”
IUDs Aren’t Always the Answer
Like many of my friends who went the IUD route, Edwards’s pain was ignored, and things went badly. She said, “During the procedure, the insertion was so painful I passed out. The doctors acted like this was totally normal and okay, to be expected. [They] gave me two Advil. I suppressed the trauma of the initial experience for years, until I tried to get a pap smear and realized I now fainted at the sight of forceps.”
“My IUD worked for a few years. At best, I forgot it was in there. I lost my period and felt a little bit like an alien. But no monthly blood? I’ll take it! Until a random day when I started having the worst cramps of my life. I waited for it to pass, thinking it was maybe just the pangs of my “ghost periods,” as they call them, but it didn’t stop. It got worse.” Edwards continued, “There were days I couldn’t move, just laid curled up in my bed waiting for the pain to stop. [It was] like someone stabbing me repeatedly in the stomach. The hormones made me feel insane – I felt I was losing touch with myself, my body, reality. I don’t know how to truly describe it other than that I felt possessed.”
Ovaries Before Brovaries
Edwards flew home to get it removed. Her mother and her sister watched her pass out as she waited for her appointment. When she asked to keep the IUD after removal, she was denied. They threw it in the trash after the procedure. Meanwhile, she was given orange juice and told to take it easy for a few days. This is sadly the state of reproductive health in this country. So many people have stories similar to this. Doctors make a habit of ignoring women’s pain and telling them to suck it up.
They also prioritize hypothetical men over us, the people with the ovaries, talking to them face to face. As a kid from a large family, I knew I never wanted kids. So, I started asking for a tubal ligation as soon as I got on birth control at 18. Each doctor answered my question with, “You might meet a nice man someday and regret that.” No explanation of what the procedure costs, what possible side effects would be, etc. Another Missouri friend had to get her husband’s permission to get her tubes tied after a scary delivery of their daughter. Her doctors felt that risking her life once wasn’t enough. They required a man to sign paperwork that he was done breeding with her. In case I haven’t said it in a while, I really hate it here.
Turning Anger Into Art
Luckily, Edwards is also pissed and turning that rage into art. “The anger I felt spurred me to write Brian. It wasn’t a long process at all. I had this realization about medical and societal gaslighting, and then this shit poured out of me like a faucet.” She explained, “I’ve had friends and lovers, and even strangers share similar stories with me. We’ve all had a man refuse a condom, or worst case, take one off mid-coitus. [That’s] a form of rape referred to colloquially as “stealthing.”
“So, it wasn’t just me I was writing this for. It was for all my family members and friends who’ve suffered for the sake of the male orgasm. Everything in our society, bending to male pleasure,” Edwards stated.
We are glad she did because reproductive health should be at the forefront of horror. Childbirth is body horror, and even those of us not using our ovaries for procreation have stories.
Brian Won’t Wear Condoms is currently making the festival rounds. Keep an eye out for updates on Edwards’ site.
“I promise, no one’s leaving here smarter tonight,” laughs Frank from the stage as he kicks off Cabane à Sang for its 9th annual trash horror film festival. The programming delivers an eclectic mix of gory, comedic, and bizarre short films from around the globe to a dedicated audience of enthusiastic fans.
What Is Cabane à Sang? A Quebec-Born Underground Horror Festival
Cabane à Sang (which translated to English means “Blood shack”, a play on the Quebecois termphrase cabane à sucre / sugar shack) is a homegrown festival based in Hochelaga, a densely populated working class neighborhood on the east side of Montreal, Québec. For $18 (CA$), you can enjoy hours of meticulously curated madness. A can of local microbrew is $6, a can of soda is $2, and you are guaranteed to see some shit you’ve never seen before in your life.
“We want everyone to be able to come to the fest. Shows for $18 don’t really exist anymore,” insisted organizer Marc-Antoine in a franglais conversation between him, myself and Frank before Saturday’s “Keep It Weird” show (note: some quotes have been translated to English). Frank tells me about the festival’s early days as a road show. “It was a total fucking flop!” he laughs, but the branding was strong, so after taking a year off to regroup, the 2nd edition had people lining up early to attend, surprising even the organizers.
Photo Courtesy of Cabane à Sang
How Cabane à Sang Adapted During COVID and Found a Permanent Home
The pandemic forced the team to adapt again (Quebecers faced some of the harshest COVID restrictions in North America), and they ended up live streaming a jerry-rigged MTV-style projection screen to show the films while audiences participated in the chat. After moving around to a few locations and struggling with a host of technical difficulties, they landed at Productions Jeun’Est, an old church that’s since been turned into an event space. “This year is really next level,” says Marc-Antoine. “We need to highlight the tech crew here, who are just hallucinant (incredible),” as well as the venue, he continued, who’ve “really welcomed us and helped us out.”
This year’s edition features 5 evenings of madness spread out over two weekends. The first weekend hosted the events SCIF’HIGH (promising the “best and worst” of science fiction), RE-Animation (exploring a “wide range of animation styles”), and their signature event, Keep It Weird (a mix of “proudly off-putting short films”). The second weekend will feature Mixed Meats (an “unhinged mix of every corner of horror”) and their infamous 200$ or less film competition – the Party Pooper Spectacular (this year, the theme is Pizza Horror). A $20 virtual pass to the whole fest is available online for those with the misfortune of missing the in person experience.
Why Filmmakers and Fans Take This “Trash” Horror Festival Seriously
Despite the goofy themes, the team of ten-ish organizers take their roles seriously, and are thrilled to have landed in a venue that can give the films the respect they deserve. “Our setup is a bit punk, but I just think about the filmmakers,” insists Marc Antoine. “They put in so much work, it’s normal that we do them justice with a good screening.” Frank echoes this sentiment. “Some stuff [we get] is not necessarily gory or cheap or whatever. They’re just, like, oddities, and they deserve to be seen, you know? And tonight we’re going to see some of them!”
People are already showing up when I arrive an hour early to Saturday’s show (unheard of in a city like Montreal, where showing up 45 min after doors open is the norm). The vibes stay immaculate, thanks to the team’s guiding motto: Don’t be an asshole. “Like legit, this is our only fucking rule here,” laughs Frank, and it applies to everyone, including the filmmakers. “I think we all love this project because it allows us to showcase stuff that we personally like and that we don’t see anywhere else,” says Marc-Antoine.
‘Dom’s Spaghetti’ Courtesy of Cabane à Sang
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True to their words, the evening’s programming features some truly mind bending films, grouped together under ‘themes’ like ‘films that feature bread’ or ‘films that start with the letter D’. For every serious film about war or depression, there are five that are totally absurd. (Frank assures me that they’ve got “plenty of movies with dicks and poop and stuff like that!”) There’s the lesbian eldritch love story inspired by The Thing (The Fling), and there’s a meat-witch orgy movie (Plant Mom). One film is simply about a haunted bidet (Bidet), another features every cinematic iteration of Vin Diesel (Dom’s Spaghetti). Then there’s the mixed media movie Dog Shit, described perfectly as “parfum de caca, marteau dans les couilles” (I’ll leave you all to translate that one yourselves).
As the evening wraps up, Frank reminds the audience to return the following week, before yelling “Shout out bébé Jésus!” to enthusiastic applause, given that we are all sitting in a church. “Over the years, people have come from all over, from Abitibi, from the US,” Marc-Antoine tells me. “Ya, they fly in!!” adds Frank, “we don’t have the money to fucking pay for their flights!” Marc-Antoine continues, saying, “that shows that this really connects with people, locally, yes, but people all over are moved by what we’re doing. We’re going up against some big machines, some big productions, but we’re able to connect with people all the same.”
Cabane à Sang Proves That Micro-Budget Horror is More Important Than Ever
“People are fed up also, and I don’t want to get into the whole fucking AI thing,” Frank adds, “but I think a lot of people are irritated about it. We’re sitting in a great position right now.” When talking about the upcoming film competition on May 9th, I learned that they’ve got 22 unique micro budget works lined up, with an additional slate of films that will soon be on their streaming site, Caban à Sang TV. “AI cannot fucking make this shit up,” Frank says. “This is honest, this is real.”
No, you can’t pray the gay away. For queer youth, a proper life following Christian values is essentially a life on the run; an eternal haunting. Still, under the influence of God, a life haunted until death still has a thicker silver lining compared to the early graves of the LGBT+ that face the risk of deliverance. Adrian Chiarella’s debut feature, Leviticus, explodes with eerie melancholy to a degree we aren’t often rewarded with in genre film. It’s been a while since the horror has been this dark, so beautiful, and so close to home.
Leviticus is a Bleak and Beautiful Queer Horror Story
A mother-son duo has just settled into a small town in Victoria, Australia. Based on the open landscapes filled only with shy intimacy, I’d assume it to be one of those townships where the population stays in each other’s business. Even more so when the weight of the town’s church becomes visible. A community of social and religious judgment built on eggshells is no place for a young queer person just trying to know love and acceptance without harm.
The title, “Leviticus,” uses a single word to describe the phenomenon that dresses the film. It’s in reference to the book in the bible commonly used to condemn the “act” of homosexuality. The subject is Naim, played by Talk To Me’s Joe Bird. While getting acquainted with his new community, he falls into a secret courtship with Ryan (Stacy Clausen). Sheltering their authentic selves from anyone and everyone, the boys enjoy their lustful and unbiased adolescence. They meet in abandoned settings at night, captured through small bits of light through dark shadows, to enjoy each other’s company until they are discovered. The camerawork of cinematographer Tyson Perkins is beautifully lonely. The frames capture desperation for some sort of stability, and are only broken by the thing that feels right: honest companionship.
Forbidden Love in the Shadows
Bird and Clausen’s performances as damned lovers is a wreck. Their dialogue is unassuming, but paired with their physical acting, most sentences are strong enough to make you want to go back to your car, stare into the empty parking lot for a minute, and maybe even weep a little before driving home. Together and alone, their bodies move through each scene with immense social anxieties in addition to the fear of the sinister and demonic conclusions chained to their ankles by the church.
Some are better, some are worse, but religious fearmongering is the avenue to queer prosecution by way of God. The most effective way to drive away homosexuality is to teach young followers to be afraid of themselves. Naim’s deceptively loving mother, played by Mia Wasikowska, has unwavering faith in the church, even as the bodies of young queer men and women are repeatedly discovered after agreeing to controversial religious prayer. Her performance is equally as frightening as the paranormal entity that moves the film, and comes with an objectively horrible feeling of familial heartbreak. It’s clear that Chiarella, who wrote as well as directed, chose each word to say a thousand. Exactly like the world we live in, humans often speak in tongues, but they can be situationally understood with ease.
Religious Horror and the Fear of Self
Ryan has been prayed over before, when the community learned of the mutual lust between him and another local boy before Naim. Soon after, Naim’s sexuality is questioned by his mother, forcing a meeting between him and the deliverance healer too. Deliverance looks like members of the congregation, men of God, and of massive homophobia, surrounding the subject while their bodies contort and convulse in agony. They invoke an evil entity onto the subject to keep them running from their sexuality for the rest of their lives, or until their demise. The demon, which only the subject can see, manifests itself as the person they desire most. If seduced by it, you’ll receive a brutal, unrelenting death. Otherwise, stay as far away from your desires as you can.
This concept of haunting will undoubtedly be met with comparison to It Follows, but unlike David Robert Mitchell’s interpretation, the supernatural mechanics don’t matter nearly as much as the focus to make the allegory, and the feeling that comes from it clear. The sturdy performances mentioned underneath dense, desolate lighting evoke fear in a different medium from victim to viewer. This villain is everything you’d want, and everything you’d think you deserve. Even without a drop of blood (which there is plenty of)- how awful.
Leviticus: A Slow-Burn Horror That Cuts Deep
If you can stomach a super slow and cyclical roundtable of napalm to the adolescent soul, consider Leviticus. If you’re the moviegoer who treasures the post-horror adrenaline high, this film is too low vibration for you. I’ll happily throw Adrian Chiarella his flowers, but I don’t have the stones to press play again.
