Flutterby™! : Girls will be Girls

After the trek to the photography exhibit, we wandered over to Hotel Utah, heard the last bit of a surf band (which was way too loud), saw that they had a bluegrass band on at 8, and figured we could start to pass that time up at Good Vibrations. On the way up there, Charlene was flipping throuhg SF Weekly, noticed that Bubba Ho Tep was playing at the Lumiere. We arrived just as it was starting, and the poster for Girls Will Be Girls caught our eye.

With a tag like "an actress needs a meaty part", we weren't shocked at all that the audience seemed predominantly gay. This is a send-up of diva-hood at its bitchy nasty campiest, with, like original Shakespeare, all of the female roles played by men.

Evie (Jack Plotnick), an aging disaster movie actress drinking herself into oblivion, and Coco (Clinton Leupp), who wants to have a child with the doctor that performed her abortion, take on a third roommate, Varla (Jeffery Roberson), a country girl with dreams of making it big and a big eating disorder.

Even with a mostly empty theater, the guffaws were out-loud and infectious. As we stumbled into the street after the show Charlene asked what I thought. I replied with something on the order of "I'm not sure if I liked it, I need to stop laughing first." Because it is nasty, cruel, with just enough of a story to make the barbs that much more biting. There is no subtlety, no character pulls any punches, and just when you think a joke has played its course they manage to take it in yet another direction that takes the audience to new... errr... somewheres.

If you like over-the-top humor, the whole bitchy camp thing and aren't afraid of a few "eeeewww, I can't believe I'm laughing at this" moments, it's worth a watching.