Margaret Cho's debut as a screenwriter is a movie I wish I had watched when I was high. I would've been much more forgiving of its faults (of which there are many) and more amused by its jokes (some of which are pedestrian, many of which are just so odd they just had to make me laugh). The film boasts a stellar little trio of comedic supporting actors: Jane Lynch as a dykey Davy Crockett, Kathy Najimy as a fortune teller (she reminded me of Rosanne in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, one of the worst movies I've ever seen with one of the most amazing casts), and Alan Cumming as Cho's dorky love interest.
I can't be overly critical of Bam Bam and Celeste because I think everyone involved was aware of what a bad movie it is, even as they were making it. It has the camp feel of a John Waters movie, without enough of the outrageous edge to make it a real success. It also has a bit too much heart, too didactically presented. If the theme of the movie hadn't hit me over the head so many times, it might not have made me roll my eyes so much at the end when Cho's character achieves self-actualization.
That said, there are some real gems in this honestly awful movie. Most of them are Cho playing her mother. I think Margaret Cho's mother must be one of the most entertaining people on the planet. I'm incredibly jealous that Margaret gets to have frustrating phone conversations with her on a regular basis!
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