Bang Gang: An Honest And Important Film About Teenage Sex Today

Bang Gang: An Honest And Important Film About Teenage Sex Today

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Alex, 17, is carefully thumbing his iPhone. He is naked, reclining on a chair. He looks up to see a willowy schoolmate, George(tte), staring tearfully at him. Without a blink he looks back at his phone, while another schoolmate continues to give him fellatio. George and Alex had sex a few days previously, but shortly afterwards Alex began turning the regular gatherings at his large house – his divorced parents are rarely there – into orgies, and any intimacy with George has subsided into a frenzy of plenty, much of it filmed.

This is a scene from Bang Gang: A Modern Love Story, a recent French film festival entrée (nominations at Toronto, London and Les Arcs) written and directed by Eva Husson. It’s unlikely to reach a big audience, but it skewers some deeply contemporary concerns about youth in an unusually forthright way.

The focus on callous, competitive sex washed of physical consequences among bored, middle class teens is its most classic theme; think Brett Easton Ellis’s The Rules of Attraction (1987; film 2002), Donna Tartt’s The Secret History (1995) and Cruel Intentions (1999). Yet unlike those, Bang Gang – despite its brutal title – lacks a jet black core. Neither murder nor violence, nor even any very advanced subterfuge lurk; the kids all seem basically polite and decent; helping their parents out, obeying their commands. But the conceit of sexually exploratory, relatively privileged teenagers is the necessary backdrop for the film’s other, more urgent contemporary themes.

The first is porn; ubiquitous porn. Porn is both part of daily life for many teens and something easily made and disseminated to suit various purposes. This is the generation that hits puberty with a world of online smut at its fingertips: a 2015 report found that 39% of boys aged 14-17 in the UK regularly watch it. It’s no surprise then that when the bang gangers get together for their orgies, the idea of filming the sex, and posting it, occurs immediately.

Their well-to-do milieu is relevant here: a 2015 Pew report on teens and social media found that the higher income the family of the teen, the more interested in video circulation apps (e.g. Snapchat) they are compared to lower income kids, who prefer Facebook. The teens here opt for a password protected video feed for a select group – but whether it’s the ethical issues of posting their schoolmates mid-coitus on YouTube that stop Alex and Nikita from doing so is not apparent. As Alex and his horny crony Nikita muse, simply posting DIY porn at large on the internet is old hat. Ten years on from the invention of YouTube, it’s all about the social network.

Porny phones

We’ve all seen how habitual a part of daily life smartphones have become for everyone; the hush on rush hour rail journeys is one obvious signal of widespread absorption. And sexting, which has been plaguing teens since smartphone ownership became commonplace, is also widely acknowledged.

But we are less au fait with the prominence of phones in sex simply as now-standard satisfiers of the compulsive itch to record and pose. Thus by far the most striking element of the sexual scenes in Bang Gang is the commanding part played by phones. With highly convincing naturalism, the actors use their phones as extra limbs. As they wrap their bodies around each other, a phone looms above, peering down, attached to a skinny arm. Sex, like much else in their worlds, is seen and felt through the iPhone camera. Teens of the 1980s may have got out the VHS recorder, but the effort and inflexibility involved was a deterrent, not to mention a turn-off.

George. Metrodome

For the viewer of 2016, identifying which desire is stronger among the teens – to have sex or to film the having of sex – is impossible. Nor is the filmic impulse masculine, perhaps signalling the arrival of some kind of sexual parity in a generation entirely raised on the internet and for whom active female sexuality is expected and apparently unremarkable (such attitudes, of course vary from country to country). It is George’s friend Laetitia, an initially withdrawn girl, who discovers a particular taste for voyeurism and often holds the camera.

Filming sex, however carefully, is not without risks. Someone breaks the code of honour and posts a copulating George on YouTube, but when her admirer Gabriel threatens him, it’s taken down. This is the perfect, isolated moment of chivalry in this modern love story, once more reinforcing the impression that the phone is the pole around which all aspects of sexual life increasingly revolve, both bearing witness and shaming. But as Gabriel’s move makes clear, while the phone is an all-powerful tool, and the internet has its own inexorable logic, human agency and responsibility are still where the buck stops. And that is where romance still lies.

‘Bam, no more syphilis’

The film also manages to pinpoint another issue of hot contemporary status. Has sex lost its meaning by becoming too easy, and too normal? This question has been brought sensationally to bear on a series of recent high-profile investigations of modern romance.

But the question may be just as epidemiological as social. With anti-retrovirals and drugs to check the progression of HIV, and the most other STDs easily curable (or preventable, in the case of the HPV vaccine), do contemporary Western teenagers feel any checks at all on the consumption of unprotected intimacy? Unable to find a condom when he devirginises Laetitia, Alex tells her: “Don’t worry, we’re not a high-risk population.” Laetitia takes this with her trademark insouciance and on they go, the terror of the 1980s long forgotten.

George and Gabriel. Metrodome

Yet the orgies come to an end when George – Alex’s equal for prolific sexual activity – leaves chemistry class because of pain in her lower regions. Casually telling the nurse about the “bang gang” triggers a class-wide STD test, with diagnosis of syphilis for Alex, George and Laetitia, and gonorrhoea for Gabriel. Laetitia is also pregnant. The parties dissolve along with school for the summer, and as Laetitia leaves town with her father, she reflects via voiceover that “a shot of pencillin and, bam, no more syphilis; a pill, and bam, no more baby”.

With no consequences, and no restraints, does intimacy become not only casual but, in Gabriel’s father’s words, “mediocre”? Sex, like anything in abundance, shorn of barriers to entry, must lose some of its potency. Yet, quite apart from physical pleasure, its symbolic load and potential to provide validation tricks the brain into thinking more is more. Certainly from the perspective of an older person who came of age amid the politicised sexual activism of the 1960s and 1970s, this sexual tunnel vision might seem a paltry, inward-looking species of rebellion. “Some kids fight for revolution: you fight to fuck anything that moves?” asks Gabriel’s father.

He’s partly right and partly wrong. For these teenagers are not fighting. They’re taking. And the pleasure at the other end of it all remains just as, if not more, elusive than of old.

Zoe Strimpel, Doctoral researcher, History, University of Sussex This article was originally published on The Conversation. Read the original article.

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