Karry Best movie of this year hands down!

Vashirdfel Simply A Masterpiece

Listonixio Fresh and Exciting

Aubrey Hackett While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

fantasmic1971 SPOILER WARNING!!! * * * * * * * * * * A 79-minute introspection of the backstage goings-on with a company of female impersonators as they prepare for that evening's performance. From the start of the movie, the story is interrupted by a call-bell sound, signaling that an unseen narrator (during a freeze-frame, and we find out who this narrator is later, and then we find out that ANYONE can be a narrator, but I digress) is going to give an account of each character in the story, presumably because we, the viewer, need more than the on-screen action to familiarize ourselves with who we are seeing. And it's annoying. The narrator sounds as if he is reading from a book. And I didn't like the feeling of being read-to. I wanted to watch --and then establish on my own-- who these people are and what they're all about. I didn't need to be told what so-and-so did in the early stages of their life, and why it brought said whomever to this room, on this very night. That had nothing to do with the queen who had barricaded herself in the other room, lamenting over the loss of her dearly departed and deep in the throes of a major mental breakdown. I also forgot about the information the narrator gave us about each characters backstory because, well... it had nothing to do with what we were watching. Moving forward ...A character throws-up in this movie. YUCKY! I always hate that. Always! That is never cute, or nice, or funny, or ...anything I ever want to ever see in a movie ever. Ever!!!!Ever!!!Also, this movie teaches us (and we already knew this, but you know) drag queens lip-sync to music with extremely vulgar lyrics. All of them. I mean every song! What show director in their right mind would be okay with this? That's like everyone that night just happened to come to work prepared to do a Celine Dion ballad. Nope! Change your music or go home. I mean, I don't mind a little schlock, but this was schlock for schlock's sake. That's like rhyming the word "go" with "go", and we all know how Dorothy felt about that when Rose did it. Clear. ...just a sec. Did these girls really only have to do one song? And one show a night? What bar doesn't have their girls do three songs a show, two shows a night? I need to take a break ...I'm back, with the LIKEYS AND NICEYS: I liked (practically) every character in this movie. The DJ was a hoot -- so silly. Like. Even the shirtless bartender and his controlling colleague. They worked. Like. The big-mouth fan who didn't pay for his drink, the two people who sat with Miss Cutie's Mom during the show, the woman who barged-in and pulled Big-Mouth out ... like. The Bouncer, the Tow Truck Guy, the rest ... like. They were all good. Only, the "Cherry" ... I did not connect-with, or sympathize-for, him. Because I did not believe in the performance of the person portraying him. Now, really, the writing was fine - the idea was fine. It was the actor (and I'm sorry to be so, you know) but he just didn't sell his character to me. He always gave the impression that he was rehearsing and not performing. Acting like he was acting. His eyes distracted me too ... like he was watching whatever was happening in the background, because I wondered if he was. Now to be fair, for a brief moment, when he was consoling Miss Ariella hottie in the powder room, I almost kinda sorta started to think that maybe just a teensy weensy bit this guy might be going somewhere with his performance. But then --no. Misty Violet ... WOW!!! That's who I was watching and I don't care WHO knows! Someone needs to write this earth-angel a heel-wearing-blair-witch-something-buddy-cop-sorta-spaceshipcaptain-type-thing because I REALLY want to see what this sexy muthafuqah can do!!!OH! Miss Thing in the gold dress was dynamite!!! SO FUNNY - Luv'd her! She needs her own movie too. With Misty. Yes, those two. My favorites. Netflix series. Needs to happen. WAIT! Who was the Jane Jetson with the Rubypolitan hair writing or reading those monologues? Because she was adorbs, too. Yes, those three. Somebody write something for them as funny semi-drivers hauling bootleg Coors to Texarkana or I don't know what, but quickly, thanks!Everyone else ... HAY!!! Just not the Cherry. Sorry. And that's all I feel like writing now because, you know, I'm at work and all.

artfarris Whose brilliant idea was it to make a movie about drag but make it about a straight guy doing drag for the first time (and effortlessly beating his face) while the actual drag queens are reduced to ham-fisted stereotypes? I could see glimmers of talent and the plot line is well constructed. But the final product is the pits.

kathrynboyt I whiled away a Sunday afternoon with this movie (it was playing as I did other things)From the casting list, I was expecting greatness as I watched the RuPaul Royalty strut their stuff on the screen, after all, the cast list includes Latrice Royale, Tempest DuJour and Bob the Drag Queen to name just a few, these are Drag Queens that I know are very funny and tremendously talented.So what's wrong with it? Well, dry script, a protagonist that I personally found hard to like - I think the viewer is supposed to sympathise with his dream of being a performer/singer. And a few toilet humour jokes - one queen actually throws up on stage during a song where she's lip-syncing about what she does when she *ahem* soils herself. Actually, can I ask who wrote these songs and how old they were to think the songs were funny? The other songs (all sung by the same voice actress, by the way) include "I can't have this baby right now", "I hate you, white bitch". They pretty much go on in that sort of vein, until the Protagonist does his solo of a straightforward, traditional 'Ave Maria' That said, it had it's entertaining moments. The one that sticks out at the moment is Tempest Dujour as the aging, headlining act of the club, Lady Zaza who, having lost her partner a few months before the film takes place, and now, having "lost the will to tuck", spends her time locked away in her dressing room, playing sad music whilst melodramatically looking in to the mirror, loudly bemoaning her loss to reflection (and the audience) before writing a suicide letter that's 8+ pages long, stating in it that that she doesn't like long goodbyes.The film is 79 minutes long and during that time I was expecting to see some character development, other films have managed it in that time, but instead it just sort of trailed off and didn't seem to have a real ending, unless you count more of the protagonist's dispassionate narration about what everyone got up to after his night at the club was over. Maybe if it'd taken place over several nights, as a series rather than a film, we could have got to know the characters a bit more, as it was, everything felt squashed in.It's honestly not the worst film I've ever seen but it could have been amazing.

phaylen I sat back at 4am on a Thursday night to watch this film, not expecting much because, while many of the actors are Rupaul's Drag Race Alumni, I had never heard of the Director before. I was curious about what he did with these incredibly smart and undeniably funny drag queens.He definitely took advantage of the strengths each performer brought to the table, and that was a brilliant move. He let them showcase some really strong acting chops- In particular, Bob The Drag Queen (Here, as Caldwell Tidicu) Allusia Alusia and the spectacular Tempest DuJour who gave a performance so incredibly hilarious and high caliber that she deserve a standing ovation. She definitely stole the entire film, saving it from some pretty bland, unremarkable writing. The writer and director owe these drag queens a huge debt of gratitude. They carried Cherry Pop with true commitment and fantastic performances. They took their character and made them memorable. There are some uncomfortable moments with the film, unintentionally, but in the current climate it certainly made me cringe watching a straight character walk into a gay bar and physically (Not comedically) attack a gay drag queen character. It demonstrated a tremendous amount of ignorance and insensitivity, specifically because the audience is supposed to love the character doing the attacking. The main character stays detached throughout the film. He is visibly uncomfortable in the environment- a gay bar. He has no real drive that we understand except to do something that is completely other than drag. It a big "Whaaaa?" moment that left me confused. He also narrates the entire film, which is the first indication of a problematic storyline. The first thing you learn in any film class is that if you have to tell your story through narration, you're not making a film, you should be writing a book. Narration is lazy and does the work on behalf of the writer. True to form, it is often unnecessary throughout the film and proves nothing more than a distraction. All that aside, while the story itself is problematic, both in terms of execution and cultural sensitivity, the drag queens make it worth watching. You don't have to be a Rupaul's Drag Race fan to enjoy the wit, the banter and the hilarious performances they've turned out. I recommend it, if simply to watch these Drag Queens turn a sour story into a fun, frivolous campy feature.