Rewatch: Some objections to God's Own Country

Writing this post about the best gay-male sex scenes in movies from the 2010s, I asked for recommendations on Twitter. Someone suggested God’s Own Country; so I took another look. Although I liked this gay-crowd favorite a bit more the second time around, I feel more sure about what I still don’t like about it.

I don’t like the stark contrast in depth between the two characterizations and the ends to which the sparsely sketched character is put. Director Francis Lee writes Johnny, the native Yorks boy, as a fully realized character with an arc. Lee writes Gheorghe as the device to make Johnny change. He doesn’t exist outside that purpose except as a type. That just sat wrong with me, perhaps because I’ve liked the Romanians I’ve known so much, perhaps because I think Romanian men-who-have-sex-with-men deserve stronger backstories, or hell, their own stories.

The film’s most glib moments occur when the pair’s relationship changes by pivoting off Johnny’s uttering of an ethnic slur, gypo, suggesting his bigotry suppresses his attraction to Gheorghe. Two other similar scenes made me cringe. Gheorghe teases Johnny by calling him a freak and a faggot. This is supposed to come off as ironically cute and adolescent bonding, I guess, but for me it represented juvenile writing. Lee was especially proud of this bit as it’s repeated.

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Some aspects of Gheorghe’s behavior and backstory were too convenient and stereotypical. There are some good observations, however. Non-Romany Romanians generally do hate being called gypsies. Although there are of course Romanian Romany, collectively national Romanians are the original Romans and will tell you that any chance they get. Romanians are notably hospitable; men cook for guests at least as often as women do, in my experience.

Some other things struck me as off. Gheorghe’s mom teaches English but he grew up on a farm? Romanians who grew up on a farm don’t usually make it off. If they do, there’s probably an interesting story there. But we’re not going to hear it in this movie. These “colorful” details supplant a genuine backstory and instead seem more like paint splatters substituting for a fuller portrait.

Most irritating for me if perhaps petty is Gheorghe unproblematically understanding Johnny’s accent even though he’s fresh off the train. Trust me when I say that Romanians are steeped in American culture, not British. (I’ll never forget a room full of young Romanian men laughing their asses off to Borat while my Czech friends sat around with bemused expressions on their faces.) Romanians are polyglots but I needed subtitles myself to understand Johnny at a few points.

These might seem like little missing pieces of the overall picture but they contribute to false or simplistic depictions and pat narrative resolutions. In contrast, I like how the Syrian immigrant Tareq leaves in A Moment in the Reeds and doesn’t come back, not because he has no feelings for Leevi, the native Fin, but because he has agency and his own life. This plot choice reflects well on the writerly discipline of director Mikko Makela and is in tune with the film’s obsessive moment-to-moment lived-life script and direction.

These two movies have very different approaches to realism and these differences are reflected in how the narratives play out. In GOC, Gheorghe leaves when Johnny has quick sex in a pub toilet with a visiting twink. Johnny sets off to find Gheorghe and bring him back, his family supporting him in his quest. The latter plot point struck me as unlikely, to say the least, especially considering how indifferent Johnny’s parents were throughout the movie to his autonomy or self-fulfillment. He seemed to exist to them only as farmhelp. That they would further acknowledge his same-sex relationship with an immigrant struck me as far-fetched. Gheorghe’s return, no matter his initial reluctance, also felt like a forced resolution powered by wish fulfillment — wishing that Jack Twist hadn’t died, perhaps.

All of these maneuvers work against the film’s style of what I’ll call romantic realism. At the point during which the film states its title silently, as Gheorghe leads Johnny to a hilltop with God’s own beautiful country spread out before them, I couldn’t have been less engaged with the developing relationship. If I could have stepped out of the film this shot suggested, I would have. Most of the film’s expressive shots, such as self-consciously blocked, fully nude, after-sex intimacy poses, felt similarly unintegrated, awkward, and lacking in momentum.

Also, none of the sex scenes moved me. Gheorghe seems observant rather than engaged. Josh O’Connor seems to be rehearsing a piece of performance art rather than simulating sex. I get that the character’s desperate grappling of Gheorghe indicates his attempt to seize and hold onto intimacy but all it looked and a felt like to me was taking a direction not a materialization of the emotions involved. I’m going to blame Francis Lee here rather than O’Connor, who’s wonderful otherwise throughout.

Which brings me to my final point: O’Connor plays his character’s alcoholism so well and with just the right amount of slobbery abjection that its complete elision and ejection by the end of the film, presumably because he’s found love and purpose with Gheorghe and that fucking farm, felt facile and cheap. Anyone who’s known an alcoholic recognizes the behaviors shown in the film — Johnny’s friend Robyn certainly did — and they don’t just go away because one gets a boyfriend. In fact, relationships usually exacerbate the symptoms. As I mentioned in my earlier response, this is bad writing and allows character to be sacrificed for pleasing the crowd.

So much for realism.

No shots of arms up cow’s asses are going to make me believe much of what happens in God’s Own Country.

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