This is jaw-dropping. First of all, this bitch Leigh Bowery is working some nerves. That scary serial killer face with the patchwork hippy clown ensemble is insane. HER FACE. Good lord, her face. And then it happens. It goes from uncomfortable performance to performance ART. You'll know when you see it.
I finally watched the drag classic, Wigstock. It's fun and the shows are great, but it was so short! At only one hour and fifteen minutes, this documentary needed to be doubled. My other big problem is that so few of the dragsters are featured. Where's my Varla? And where the fuck is Lahoma van Zandt?!? You can also spook a pre-op Candis Cayne as one of the Wigstock Dancers, and giiiiiirl, she was rough. She's pretty now, but damn she has had some good work done. Her barbecue was canceled fa sho (on account of a FUCKED UP GRILL). Much love though. It's fun to see the different stages of transformation. And there's RuPaul with her fantastically cinched waist and youthful face (this was 1993 after all). One last thing: God bless Lady Bunny's corset.
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