Given that I’ve lived in Australia for more than half of my life, it is quite embarrassing that it was in Japan that I finally saw Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. (Even more embarrassingly, this was probably well over a year ago now, if memory serves.) Though I do have at least a couple of things to be thankful for, those being that I wasn’t plagued by the image of drag queens in The Matrix, The Lord of the Rings, or L.A. Confidential.
Anyways, this is the classic Aussie road-trip movie. Well, classic, Aussie drag queen road-trip movie. It’s famous enough that any Australian would have to hide his/her face in shame if they didn’t know what it was about. Tick/Mitzi, responding to his ex-wife’s request to take perform at her Alice Springs Casino, thus granting her a holiday, convinces a fellow drag queen and a recently bereaved transvestite to join him. The three – an insecure drag queen fearing the consequences of his son finding out about his “secret, a serious, streetsmart old hand, and a head strong and annoyingly naive idiot – thus take a bus trip through the Australian desert, That’s miles and miles of empty road with desert stretching out on all sides, dotted by a few towns and mining communities. Besides the prejudice against minorities that one often finds in the country, and the occassional hazard due to long months of forced abstinence, the greatest trials they face are boredom and its consequences. How a group of drag queens deal with it is, of course, probably vastly different from what most other people would do.
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