Someone brought their ~9 year old (!) daughter to this screening. Judging by the throaty giggles that erupted from the front of the theater during Julie's magicienne-burlesque parody act, I'd say she not only "got it" but was 100% on its wavelength. That is righteous parenting, folks.
Go read the first two pages of Farber's Kitchen Without Kitsch for the dope.
"Tammy" deserves every rapturous mention, but can we talk about this refracting door pane? I mean, fuck. If Bud swinging on a steel beam says everything about the bittersweet, precarious moment between his childhood and adolescence, this shot does the same for his awakening to sex and sexual difference. It's terribly beautiful and very, very sad/tender.