I wanted to like this movie, I really did. Who could resist men in drag? We have three of them here, actresses beaming their distinctive personalities on the screen.

Evie is the aging former star trying to reclaim her place in the sun. Varla is the young up-and-comer working on her first big break. And Coco has been around almost as long as Evie, but still manages to be the closest thing to a voice of reason around here.

The individual scenes aren't bad, and the infomercial taping (or what do they call it? speci-mercial?) is a riot, but I get the feeling they've lost their way here. These three personalities have individually run stage shows with these characters, and while this isn't an exact transfer of their routines - there's a story of sorts - it isn't that far away. The emphesis is clearly on fitting in the same jokes.

Contrast this with Charles Busch's Die Mommie Die, which is, in fact, a much closer transfer of a stage show, but the difference is that Mommie was honed as a narrative, not as some kind of standup. Our trio here are stuck trying to tell the same jokes in a different format. It's not that they don't work, it's that they don't add up to anything in the end.