The Language of Love
by Charles Green
This is an amazingly simple, yet powerful film. In nine and a half minutes, one actor,
in a monologue, reveals his love for his best friend, and all the conflicted
feelings that comes with it. As
part of a French language exam in an Australian school, Charlie has to write a
letter to his best friend, in French of course. After some jokes about language, including one on how the
verb baiser can mean two related but
very different things (which can get you in trouble if you confuse the two), he
starts talking about his friend Sam.
It should be stated that Sam is a boy. Seated right in front of Charlie at every class, he has an
extremely close relationship with Charlie, telling him everything, including
his parents’ ugly, painful divorce.
The pain Charlie feels for Sam having to go through this experience is
obvious on the young man’s face; this is a sensitive, thoughtful boy. So when he suddenly blurts out, “I’m in
love with Sam”, it seems perfectly natural, and yet of course, so many people
would say it’s not. Now he has to
decide whether to tell his best friend or keep his feelings bottled
inside. His decision at the end is
wonderful, and makes a great answer for his exam.
Charlie is incredibly articulate, probably more so than most
young people, but using just his words he manages to connect us to him on a
powerful emotional level. He
offers some insightful moments, such as wondering if he’s being selfish in
holding back this secret. After
all, Sam doesn’t keep anything from him, so why shouldn’t he do the same? We
laugh with him when he remembers how he became assistant librarian: because he
didn’t swipe the sex ed books, which leads to a funny riff on gonorrhea and King
Lear.
We cry when he worries about Sam’s possible reaction; will his best
friend think he’s a freak? We
wince when he remembers the taunts his classmates make when, during a trip to
the beach, he offers to put sunscreen on Sam’s back: “Charlie’s a poofter.” It’s language in spoken form that
allows him to connect with the audience, just as it’s language in written form
that allows him to (hopefully) connect with Sam. It’s a brilliant play on the title.
The film focuses almost entirely on Charlie, with a few
glimpses of Sam, making for a tight character study. At first it was difficult to know whether Charlie’s speech
represents what he’s writing for his exam, or if it’s what he’s thinking while
trying to answer, but that becomes clear fairly soon. In any event, it’s a minor quibble, especially considering
how much the film accomplishes in such a short time. Incredibly moving, well-crafted and acted, The Language
of Love is definitely worth seeing,
regardless of how you feel about homosexuality. In any language, love is universal.
Charles Green is a freelance writer and editor based in Annapolis. His book reviews appear in several
publications, including Publishers Weekly.