Watched this with some friends and acquaintances, all of them outside the binary gender constraints of capitalist society, so some of my review may reflect the conversation we had afterward.

There are few films that I have related to more.

At times, it was painful to experience. The feeling of fear as you hear someone (your parents, your ab, your siblings, your bullies, your best friend, your worst enemy) come into the house, forcing a scramble to hide whatever thing…

Not enough films feature dykes talking about fisting.

There's a special feeling when someone in a film, or the film itself, gives voice to your thoughts or feelings. When those thoughts and feelings come from someone real, someone who was speaking to a camera 25 years ago, it brings a sense of history. When those thoughts and feelings come from someone who shares identities with you, it brings a sense of community. We have always been here. I'm not alone.…

The trick is to make sure the butt of the joke deserves it; if you can't do that, the next best thing is giving them a happy ending. Here, everyone who gets made a fool of falls into at least one of these categories (this is mostly important with Eunice, who deserves happiness in order to make her not end up the sexist stereotype she threatens to become). It makes Judy's antics go from insufferable to charming pretty easily, even…