For Canada Day and two days before Pride, what was more appropriate to watch than Jean-Marc Vallee’s C.R.A.Z.Y.? A Quebecois family does their duty to repopulate the earth, but obviously, the more children a family produces, the more chances they might be prodigal in the Biblical sense. C.R.A.Z.Y is a movie that tackes the generational divide between the baby boomers and their parents. The first black sheep of five Beaulieu sons is Raymond, whose womanizing ways makes alpha male father Gervais (Michel Cote) proud until it leads to a drug addiction. The second black sheep is former favourite and miracle Christmas baby Zach (Marc-Andre Grodin), whose sin is his ambiguous sexuality, traces of which Gervais has detected when the former turned six years old. Thankfully he has his rebellious mother (Danielle Proulx) on his side, their connection portrayed with a magic realism that comes with some movies where religion and tradition dominates over oppressed characters.
I don’t feel as that the movie is ‘queer enough’ – Zach’s most stable relationship is with his ‘beard’ while his relationships with men are mere encounters and trysts. If anything, the contest between him and Raymond to either get family approval or baddest son have Freudian twists. And my armchair philosophy makes me feel that one needs a partner to be considered ‘queer.’ Although the movie has the right mind to make him mend fences with himself and his family before he can add a legitimate male lover to the mix. He wears many hats here, ‘soft,’ punk and wanderer while trying to accept the part of his sexuality that he’s worked hard to fight, and the film is a refreshing take on all those different sides as he tries to find himself in a world where others would easily label him.