By Krysta Fauria | Associated Press
If “Barbie” (and Cormac McCarthy) taught us anything, it’s that few symbols herald straight hypermasculinity quite like horses do.
Perhaps that’s why queer cowboy stories have endured in Hollywood — one way to make a love story interesting after all is by making it subversive or forbidden.
Luke Gilford’s “National Anthem” sits within that tradition of films. But it also doesn’t.
It’s true that 21-year-old Dylan (a phenomenal Charlie Plummer) has not been raised in an environment that celebrates or is even open to his sexuality. As a poor construction worker in the American Southwest and father figure to his younger brother, Dylan mostly stays quiet and keeps his head down when his mother (Robyn Lively) and co-workers scoff in disgust or make jokes about him being gay.
Although “National Anthem” is indeed a story about star-crossed lovers, it is also, more importantly, a coming-of-age exploration of what it means for a person to find community and a place to belong. It also poignantly asks how much autonomy we have in that pursuit.
In it, Dylan is pressured by his mom to take on more work in order to support their cash-strapped family. He happens to find it at a ranch unlike anything he’s ever seen — a queer community of rodeo performers living together in what seems like an idyllic oasis free from the repressive constraints of the outside world.
Almost nothing is said about each person’s sexuality or gender identity — it doesn’t need to be in a place like this, where fluidity and a rejection of norms is assumed.
Dylan, perhaps for the first time, begins to consider what his own gender performance could look like if he were not inhibited by society’s expectations.
The young construction worker is captivated by everyone’s strong sense of identity and the camaraderie that exists within the nameless group. He almost immediately sparks a romance with the enigmatic and free-spirited Sky (Eve Lindley), but their relationship is complicated by Sky’s existing open partnership with Pepe, the group’s leader.
Cinematographer Katelin Arizmendi artfully cultivates a sense of wonder and awe at the landscape that’s almost its own character in the story. She also gives the film an inkling of surrealism, which heightens Dylan’s dreamlike stupor as he is swept up in this intoxicating romance.
When Dylan goes to his first rodeo with the group, a montage of majestic scenes that scream America — reminiscent of a Budweiser commercial — floods his gaze. But peppered in with the shots of bulls, horses and rugged landscapes are sights of queer romance, pride flags and drag queens touching up their makeup.
Although he finds a newfound freedom and acceptance here, the strain on his relationship with Sky forces Dylan to grapple with where he belongs — is it within the community or with his younger brother and struggling alcoholic mother?
Dylan’s family backstory is frustratingly under-developed, often relied on as a crutch to show that his life is difficult but never expounded upon or resolved in a satisfactory way. His absent father is referenced throughout, but it is unclear what impact, if any, this absence was meant to have had on him.
Gilford, the son of a rodeo rider from Colorado, has a deep personal connection to his feature directorial debut. He had for much of his life an ambivalent relationship to his cowboy roots — until he found the International Gay Rodeo Association.
As both a participant and a researcher who conducted interviews and took photographs, Gilford observed that this was a way for members of the LGBTQ+ community to reclaim the idea of patriotism in a place where they traditionally are not welcome. “National Anthem,” Gilford’s 2020 book of photography of the same name, documents scenes from these queer rodeos.
More than anything, Gilford’s film ought to be lauded for the way it continues telling a story about a subculture that few know exist.
“National Anthem”
2 1/2 stars out of 4
Rating: R (for sexual content, graphic nudity, language and some drug use)
Running time: 99 minutes
