Thursday, August 10, 2000

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Movie: But I'm a Cheerleader

Posted on Thu, Aug 10, 2000 at 4:00 AM

But I'm a Cheerleader
Length: 1 hour, 21 minutes
Studio: Lions Gate Films
Release Date: 2000-08-11
Cast: Natasha Lyonne, Clea DuVall, Cathy Moriarty
Director: Jamie Babbit
Screenwriter: Brian Wayne Peterson
Music Score: Pat Irwin
WorkNameSort: But I'm a Cheerleader
Our Rating: 0.00

Natasha Lyonne made quite a splash at the 1998 Florida Film Festival by essaying a wise-beyond-her-years lead performance in the winning comedy Slums of Beverly Hills. At the time I worried that the fame for which she appeared destined would exert undue pressure to smooth out the ethnicity of her appeal -- to get that nosed fixed, cover up those freckles and straighten that hair.

Two years later (and after keeping her persona intact for saving-grace cameos in the otherwise worthless "American Pie" and "Detroit Rock City"), Lyonne walks onto the screen in "But I'm a Cheerleader" as an all-American blonde with a milky complexion. Thank God it's only for satirical purposes: She's playing Megan, a 17-year-old whose apple-pie exterior is at odds with her underlying impulses. Noticing their daughter's telltale signs of same-sex longing (lingerie photos in her school locker, Melissa Etheridge posters at home, vegetarianism), Megan's parents put her in the care of True Directions, a facility whose raison d'être is "curing" gay teens of their unwholesome tendencies.

Such lunkheaded initiatives are indeed undertaken in the real world, so "Cheerleader" should be a riotous send-up of 12-step hysteria. There's only one problem: It's not funny. The movie's jokes are so broad that they barely qualify as jokes at all, and its garishly colored sets and costumes establish a Crayola milieu that's too cartoonish by half. Director Babitt (on whose original story Brian Wayne Peterson's script is based) doesn't concern himself with niggling details like plausibility and continuity; he's fallen for the misconception that comedy requires less internal logic than drama, not more.

If drunken, easily amused drag queens were to cobble a film project together at 4 a.m., this is what the result might be. Lyonne tries not to look mortified, and largely succeeds. Why not? At least she's in disguise.

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