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Matty organized a group of us to go to see Margaret Cho’s new “movie” (and I used the term movie lightly). The Gaggle of Gays: Matty, Migs, Mike, Shane, Kenny, JT, Stephen, and me Logan; gathered at the Castro Theater prepared to laugh. Unfortunately, I didn’t laugh much at all. The first 20 minutes amounted to advertisement for Good Vibrations. Jan Wahl and a drag king dropped the words “Good Vibrations” 30 times each. I’m convinced Good Vibes gave them a free sex toy for every plug they worked into their bits.

The movie itself follows two social outcasts: a fag (Bam Bam) and his faghag (Celeste). The jokes were either too expected and trite, or tried too hard. And the underlying theme of racism felt awkward and unresolved. The only humorous characters were the high school bullies who then become elite salon owners. Even their characters were marred by the excessive and unfunny racism they exuded. Overall I’d give the movie a big fat D-. I wasted three hours of my life (2 hours in the theater and an effing hour in line). Don’t go see it. Don’t rent it.