One type of queen portrays another type of queen: Charles Busch, who adapted his own stage play, dolls himself up in drag to impersonate a faded Hollywood diva, in this salute to, or spoof of, the women's pictures of old. (The diva's husband, for contrast, is a Stanley Kramer-ish producer of problem pictures.) This might sound like a legitimate outlet for a camp sensibility, but the movie offers us little in the way of illusion: Busch looks like what he is, a middle-aged man in a wig and pancake makeup, and the flatness of the writing and directing (Mark Rucker) summons up none of the gloss and gleam of the treasured antiques. With Natasha Lyonne, Philip Baker Hall, Jason Priestley. (2003) — Duncan Shepherd
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