We know what it was like to be a thirteen year old girl waiting for our breasts to emerge and desperately hoping to receive an invite for a much anticipated slumber party. We can recall bullying in the locker room and feeling deflated because no guy wanted to dance with us, but what is it like to be a boy in grade eight? Do they face the same peer pressure, alienation and fear of growing up as we did? When We Were Boys takes us inside the elite Toronto boy school, Royal St. Georges College, and makes us feel the anxiety, excitement and awkwardness of maturing into a young man. Watching two classmates, Noah and Colin, go through the tender years from grade eight to ten, we are not only brought back in time to our own coming of age but realize that although they are just messing around playing video games, on the inside they are quietly determining who they are and what kind of men they want to become.
These young teenage years are often overlooked under the umbrella of ‘puberty’ but this documentary shows us how poignant this period of self-discovery is. As they await facial hair, order in Swiss Chalet and pop pimples, is something prolific happening in their minds?
We met with Director Sarah Goodman in the Gladstone Café to find out why these seemingly ordinary Toronto adolescents were the chosen ones for a full length documentary film.
Our initial curiousity was why boys and why private school?
“There is more out there about girls, more in documentary, drama and literature. Maybe because they are different to me but I have a tenderness towards boys, they are trying to figure it all out but have less words to use and through socialization tend not to be able to express as much. I wanted to capture the moment that they are trying to figure out who they are – which is an inarticulate time that generally goes unnoticed.”
As for the private school choice, Goodman honestly admits “it is a fascination of a world that I don’t come from, I’m fascinated with the pageantry of it.” Also she wondered whether “upper class society may even be more solitary…creating more isolation”.
So did this world of BMWs and trust funds prove to be what she expected?
“I was struck that they had a more liberal tendency…which is why they (Royal St. Georges College) were interested. They obviously have an interest in the arts and exploring the world of boys. I was also struck with how comfortable the boys were around their teachers. The level of teaching was quite high but it was not as fancy as I expected it to be.”
Although the film follows a clique of boys the story really hones in on a friendship between Noah and Colin; who remind us of a young Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, in comradery and looks. The film starts with choir practice, where Noah sings a soprano solo as the rest of the class shuffles in their shiny shoes, tossing their messy locks, looking awkwardly uncoordinated as youth do. As the boys graduate from grade eight to nine, the duo subtly sever and Colin outcasts Noah from the lunch table; which we all know is the WORST alienating experience for a high school student. The film flashes from hallway hooliganism to intense assemblies where the boys have it drilled home by the headmaster that they are “the most privileged, in not just Toronto but the world”, and that this privilege comes with high expectations. Watching their blank faces we wonder if anything resonates. However a later scene proves that the message hits home in some form - while getting a hair cut at a posh downtown salon Noah confides in the barber that he has big plans of being a model citizen. It is entirely endearing to watch this intimate confession.
It is a delicate story and although the boys are fed with a silver spoon, their experiences of peer pressure, anxiety and awkwardness are akin to all.
The last documentary that Goodman showcased at Hot Docs, Army of One, was of a very different nature; young American soldiers expressing their emotional response to 9/11 and justifying their decisions to go to war. We wondered whether the well schooled boys of St. Georges would ever consider this path, or is this kind of prestige reserved for those less fortunate, to which a university education is out of grasp? Goodman hadn’t really considered this but is fascinated with the moments in time that affect these life decisions.
We were surprised that a teacher in the film persuaded the boys to take a road less traveled, describing a medicine degree at McGill or commerce at Queens as the easy route. To which a youngster piped up, “What do you want us to do?” Certainly a huge proportion of the parents sending their boys to St. Georges would consider admission into Queens Commerce as a successful result, but we applaud the school for shedding light that a degree does not equate to being a great man. Intimate coaching, mixed with teachings on manners, one on one guidance from the school counselor and hard hitting lectures on social and intellectual responsibility – does all this mean that the boys of St. Georges will be better men? Goodman is cautious with her response: “It’s a complicated answer – on the one hand they are getting the tools and attention that many boys don’t get. I never had an experience to sit in a room with a social worker and talk problems through. Emotionally – that’s got be really helpful.”
We doubt Goodman would have been granted access to Upper Canada College or St. Andrews, but through soft and up close cinematography audiences will really feel as though they are walking the halls of St. Georges.
Her objective of capturing the “feeling of what it’s like when you are a boy….emotionally and intellectually”, is certainly achieved in a respectful and truthful manner.




