I’ve been pals with Trevor for the longest time. Since I’ve known him, he’s been an aloof Drama major, a bookstore clerk, a playwright, director, drummer, and now, filmmaker. He’s succeeded at everything he does! Die Nasty, the improvised soap opera, is an Edmonton tradition. His bands, Vertical Struts and The Wet Secrets, have both received national and international attention and toured across Canada. And now his budding film career is taking off.
His most recent film, The Island, draws on his gift for personal essay, visual wit, and a drummer’s rhythm for editing. Through voiceover, Trevor tells us about a hateful e-mail he received from someone who apparently didn’t appreciate his other work– Rugburn, about an awkward gay breakup; and Rock Pockets, a fantasy about being able to walk through a midway with his hand in a boyfriend’s pocket. His detractor pulled out the old “Put ‘em on an island” rhetoric, which Trevor takes up.
We see the filmmaker walking through a barren, snowy landscape– transforming into “Faggot Island,” an imagined paradise of gay free love. And I agree, a space to explore identity is really valuable for any minority group. But where Trevor really is great is his recognition of the need for coalition, and that it’s not just gay people who benefit from it but everyone.
It’s what I’m always trying to say. But better. The Island will be showing at festivals, as well as a screening November 20 at Metro (2Bits, in celebration of FAVA’s 25th anniversary), so go see it when you can.