This examination of the Puerto Rican trans community is beautifully shot, has gorgeous music, and the director is a star of the indy film world. But ultimately it fails because it's nothing but glitter and pearls. No real HEART to the film.
The loose structure follows several divas as they make their way, often from tortured backgrounds, struggling for love, but still respondent in their gowns. The trouble is that the analysis never goes any deeper than what one would expect from a USA Today article of a Hallmark TV show.
It is quite bizarre when a film by such a famous director premieres at Tribeca, but then doesn't even get invited to Frameline. Perhaps the San Fran gender folks realized that trans is more than drag... it's about life...an aspect sorely missing here.