Die Mommie Die

With his hilarious spoof Die Mommie Die! Charles Busch takes the melodramatic woman's picture of the '40s and '50s to delirious extremes.Read Full Review »

Makes a jolly absurdist stew out of its sources.Read Full Review »

Though Natasha Lyonne as bratty daughter and Philip Baker Hall as the disposable spouse impress, it's Busch's heartfelt Joan Crawford homage that enthralls. Busch can transcend even the smog, making hazy camp seem fresh.Read Full Review »

Busch combines French absurdist theater and American performance art with a drag queen's flamboyant wit.Read Full Review »

Hotly hilarious.Read Full Review »

It succeeds, with a big, false-eyelashed wink.Read Full Review »

Busch, looking like a depressed Stockard Channing, throws his tantrums with breathy ''aristocratic'' hauteur. Yet the movie winds up walking a line between put-on pastiche and kitsch passion, and Jason Priestley is perfect as a brooding lunkhead of Tab Hunter gigolo-osity.Read Full Review »

The problem with Die, Mommie, Die, a drag send-up of the genre, is that it spoils the fun by making it obvious.Read Full Review »

What's strangest, though, about Die Mommie Die! is how material that was obviously so giddily irreverent in origin became so inert, so joyless and dull.Read Full Review »