Die Mommie Die (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Charles Busch is a female impersonator who writes and
stars in retro genre parodies. His last filmed effort was Psycho Beach
Party. This latest effort, Die Mommie Die, is a parody of the
drama-queen melodramas of the 50s and 60s, in which actresses like
Susan Hayward schemed and seduced callously, and encountered crises
which were not only larger in scope than those in real life, but also
arrived with far greater frequency.
The genre died out of the film world before most of you were born, but it left behind a legacy of nighttime soap operas like Dynasty, so if you can remember Joan Collins on the small screen, you'll have a good idea of the equivalent big screen target Busch is focusing on. |
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Busch is a talented guy, whom you may remember from his
portrayal of Nat Ginsberg on Oz. I don't know if it's even correct to
call him a female impersonator. He is a male who plays certain types
of female roles convincingly. His characterization in this film is so
convincing that you'll forget he is a male, and his writing shows a
real gift for walking the line between lampoon and homage.
Busch and director Mark Rucker got the actors to deliver all their outrageous lines in a consistently theatrical and obviously insincere style to match Busch's own. I thought Jason Priestly was especially funny as a bisexual gigolo. The entire film plays out as if everyone in the cast knows he or she is in a high camp entertainment, and wants the audience to know that they know. I laughed a lot, to tell you the truth. I suppose drag queen movies may not be what most of you are looking for. Me neither. But the fact of the matter is that Busch can probably evoke the actresses of that era better than any contemporary female I can name. Hell, When I was a kid I always wondered if Bette Davis and Joan Crawford were really middle aged men in wigs, so who better to portray them than a 48 year old man in a wig? |
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Busch is making fun of the melodrama queens, but he also has a gift for witty dialogue and a genuine regard for the subject matter which makes this an entertaining confection about part of filmdom's barely-remembered past. |
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