Sir, that's my emotional support gay Thai soap opera.
It wasn't a great day - not like bad in a lasting way, just one of those early fall days where you keep asking if it's cold in here or if you're getting sick, where nothing went right in the morning, then a dull desk shift, & finally a late afternoon meeting that made me want to go downstairs & flip every last table in the Bertha Knight Landes Room, but then there was Stop Making Sense, which even with a tiny Seattle audience had me feeling like I'd been to a revival, & that's why music & that's why cinema.
Just so lovely. All the quiet! How it takes its time getting started just watching people start their days! & it's funny how much of the home reminded me of my grandma (obviously not Chinese, but French Canadian) & her sewing room & that chair/stepstool that was in every kitchen in the 80s (ours was red & we'd sit on it when my mom cut our hair) & of course just all the twisty threads of mothers & daughters in the week when my mother turned 80 (I haven't seen her in five years & will probably never see her again) so thanks for the therapy session Wayne Wang.
Me all through this movie: OH NO I LOVE IT
All of these movies do the hard sell on the benefits of a hometown life, but I love the new angle on that here, where queer culture and queer history are reasons to stay in your hometown and not things you’re looking for when you leave it.
PS Fran Drescher saying "HELLO I AM A LIBRARIAN" was the Christmas gift I didn’t know I needed, & a character singing Judy at the pop-up drag bar is gayer than anything that happened in Happiest Season.