(As of December 2014, you can screen the film here.)
It's just delicious that the earliest surviving attempt to simultaneously record a moving image and live sound is also a document of two men dancing as a couple. Maybe it's too delicious, insofar as scholars of LGBT cinema from Vito Russo onward have been eager to claim the Dickson Experimental Sound Film as a proto-avatar of gay cinema, or of cinema's history as itself ineradicably gay, on the evidence of this 14-second fragment. I more than understand that pull; I'm susceptible to it myself, even as I recognize the conceptual cheating it involves. In historical context, the spectacle of two men taking a turn to an excerpted tune from the cabin boy's barcarole in Robert Planquette's opera The Chimes of Normandy does not connote desire, much less "homosexuality"itself a barely incipient term in English parlance in 1895, the year of Oscar Wilde's paradigm-shifting trial for gross indecency. All-male dances were, as the kids say today, A Thing in the 1890s. They were not explicitly sexualized. As a now-archaic phenomenon, they're at the root of the scrumptious Oscar-winning short film Ray's Male Heterosexual Dance Hall. But I'm not trying to ruin anybody's good time, and to me, it's sufficiently startling and invigorating to behold untroubled masculine tenderness engrained in the proteins of cinemathat nascent marriage of art and science, and eventually of spectacle and sonorityas even if it's not quite "proof" of homosexual togetherness. The desire for LGBT people to know that We've Always Been Here is strong, as is the appetite to know we've never been shy of the camera or missing from the screen. So, too, is my desire to know that gender and, in particular, masculinity haven't always been saturated with panic. I relish the recognition that 1895, that pivotal acceleration-point in Anglo culture's compulsion to classify people as eroticized "types" (the female hysteric as well as the homosexual man) also yielded this ephemeral but striking impression of men apparently untroubled by stigmatic threats, men more interested in what they were creating than in how they would be seen. They aren't boxing or lifting barbells, like many of the male subjects in moving images of the 1890s. Creatively speaking, their activity suggests the Dickson team's privileged investment in sonic conundrums over visual delights: the camera isn't looking for motion as kinetic as you'd find in the heavyweight ring, or seeking details as fine-grained as you could scrutinize (and often did) in a bodybuilder's flexing musculature. But the choice of a dance also suggests that people's intimacy and ease with each other can be as transfixing to witness as their amped-up conflicts or most flamboyant displays.
And all that said, it is a little gay, and I love that, too.
The dating of the footage is, in fact, uncertain. Film preservationist Patrick Loughney, speaking about the Dickson Experimental Sound Film on Kino Video's prodigious DVD box-set Edison: The Invention of the Movies, places its production anywhere between October 1894 and April 1895, and no record of any public exhibition exists. If it's hard to draw a straight line (as it were) from this image to the Stonewall riots in 1969, it's just as hard to link it directly to The Jazz Singer in 1927. Yes, image and sound were recorded simultaneouslyyou're watching Dickson himself play the violin into a giant recording horn while his two co-workers move with the melodybut integrated capture wasn't the conceivable goal. The music was engraved onto a wax cylinder while the image was burned into photosensitive film, so they were not even consigned to the same material base. In the restored version of this film that Walter Murch and Rick Schmidlin co-supervised over a century later, the bow's movements still don't fully match the audible notes, so synchronicity as we currently conceive it was neither realized nor, most likely, strictly pursued. The Dickson film is a gesture toward a dream of total, synaesthetic confluence that even these ambitious pioneers must have known was some way off. Again, if anything, I'm more susceptible to this record of asymptotic approach and elusive aspiration than to the apocryphal scenario of a "first," fully executed sound film. Cinema for me is always about future-oriented striving at least as much as it's about existing product or an empirically documented pasts. Beyond the intertwining of image and sound, the union I perceive here joins the actual, incredible achievement of these technicians to the virtual imprint of what they are working toward, what they imagine.
Their musical choice is not innocent: a song from a maritime opera about men ruefully consigned to each other's exclusive company. This melody makes the Dickson film a witting joke about homosociality rather than (or as well as) an instance of it, produced within Edison's all-male laboratory of pre-cinematic questers. As usual, late Victorians have a habit of being hipper to their own behaviors and more ironic about their self-presentations than 21st-century audiences may assume. But I also savor another allegorical resonance, care of Planquette: of image-making as a kind of sea voyage, a joining of capitalist, scientific, romantic, and imperial initiative, exploratory always and self-consciously precarious, a demonstration of power roped to an idealistic quest. I like imagining these pioneers not as the captains of a voyage but as, following the opera, its cabin boys. Accomplished innovators, yes, but also subordinates in an undertaking much bigger than they are. There's always more happening in film than meets the eye, just as it always takes more people than you'd think to sustain a seafaring vessel, or to produce a new technology. That tenet is reinforced by another savory surprise in this short fragment: the late walk-on of the fourth man. A conscripted handyman, arriving to adjust the recording horn? A scrupulous collaborator, showing up with advice about what to tweak? A clumsy bystander, unaware that, via later lingo, he's ruined the shot? An early victim of the cutting room, perhaps contributing more in whatever portions of this footage that haven't lasted? The Dickson Experimental Sound Film is an answer to a trivia question but it's also replete with ambiguities and ironies. Ensuing decades of art, engineering, and labor would resolve the tasks that Dickson and his cohorts partly attain and ambitiously indicate here. But, as always happens with the best cinema (or proto-cinema), this footage has only gotten stranger as the years have passed: perpetually, prismatically "ahead of its time." Grade:N/A