Would it be bad of me to state that this is one of my new favorite movies? Is it so absurd to even think of calling this movie "good"? Movies like this are made, watched, and appreciated only as so-bad-they're-good campy productions, but I can't help but want to make the argument that this is missing the "so-bad-" part.
Don't get me wrong: this is pure B-movie production and design, through and through. But it stands out not because of its quirky title, but because of its deranged form of entertainment and believability. It's well-written enough to know when it can actually have dialog, and when it can just be a "bad B-movie" for the camp value. It is well-shot enough to be colorful, myriad, and sensual. It is well-acted enough that it's not ham-fisted, it's a lot more about all of the actors having the time of their life. And I have never seen such believable drag queens.
The movie starts off readily enough: we open on a shot of drag queens, then it cuts to someone cutting some dope, then the drag queens walk into a hotel room and suffocate the man with the dope, then take it. There you go: killer drag queens on dope. Enter a title sequence (Alexis Arquette is here called "Eva Destruction"), and thus begins a journey into an underground different and more compelling than what you probably would expect.
If anything, the only bad part is the car-non-chase scene. This movie works best when kept into blank, color-toned rooms and cramped spaces. Opening it up to the world of cars and other people makes it seem peculiarly out of place. Everything else may be coded ridiculous, but makes sense in its own way.
Best of all, this movie has a real pay-off. It's hard to hold back, but I won't give it away. Just trust me when I say that you've never seen a shoot-out scene like this one.
--PolarisDiB
Don't get me wrong: this is pure B-movie production and design, through and through. But it stands out not because of its quirky title, but because of its deranged form of entertainment and believability. It's well-written enough to know when it can actually have dialog, and when it can just be a "bad B-movie" for the camp value. It is well-shot enough to be colorful, myriad, and sensual. It is well-acted enough that it's not ham-fisted, it's a lot more about all of the actors having the time of their life. And I have never seen such believable drag queens.
The movie starts off readily enough: we open on a shot of drag queens, then it cuts to someone cutting some dope, then the drag queens walk into a hotel room and suffocate the man with the dope, then take it. There you go: killer drag queens on dope. Enter a title sequence (Alexis Arquette is here called "Eva Destruction"), and thus begins a journey into an underground different and more compelling than what you probably would expect.
If anything, the only bad part is the car-non-chase scene. This movie works best when kept into blank, color-toned rooms and cramped spaces. Opening it up to the world of cars and other people makes it seem peculiarly out of place. Everything else may be coded ridiculous, but makes sense in its own way.
Best of all, this movie has a real pay-off. It's hard to hold back, but I won't give it away. Just trust me when I say that you've never seen a shoot-out scene like this one.
--PolarisDiB