On June 24, 2026, the day following a rather arid screening of Mommie Dearest, Regal Cinemas Park Place favored an audience of about two dozen people to a screening of the wonderfully campy celebration of queer identity and liberation, To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar! This movie may, in fact, be too fabulous to be made in the current benighted era of film. It would be impossible to cast in today's climate. Who could stand-in the dancer's grace of Patrick Swayze? The vulnerability of Wesley Snipes? The scrappy poise of John Leguizamo? Sometimes I play this game mentally--what actors working today could pull off the transformation that these three men did in 1995? It's not an easy question to answer.
Accordingly, this film about gender identity and queer liberation achieves a certain timelessness as well as containing that delightful optimism that typifies certain '90s American Cinema. Let good thoughts and deeds be your sword and shield, ladies. Ignore adversity. Obey the Rules of Love. Too much is just enough. Oh, this movie makes me so happy I could just scream! Watching the adventures of Vida, Noxeema, and Chichi as they breathe a of life and paint a little rouge on the cheeks of Snydersville never gets old. The soundtrack is, as one might expect, flawless. The jokes land, the cameos are great, I wish every campy gay movie was this much fun to watch.