IBTC was the opening night film at the Indianapolis LGBT film festival and I did not enjoy it. The most frustrating aspect of this film is that it had a good premise and could have been something truly powerful for the community.
For all of its expression of feminist empowerment, it is utterly amazing that the filmmaker expects the audience to accept that the main character can use and abuse the friendship of the transgender character and be together with the pretty little femme girl, who has a history of using and abusing other women. That ending completely undercuts many of the themes of the film itself.
On top of that, the only characters with any depth at all are those that, interestingly enough, are more stereotypically feminine in their appearance. The more ambiguous characters are all very one-note.
And that ending...the plot holes are glaring. How did Aggie find himself operating a camera on a nationally-syndicated television show without being discovered by those who already work there? Also, someone has clearly commandeered the control room and no one is attempting to take it back? Oh, and how long have such talk shows been broadcast live, with no delay or edit? I'm sure that someone will point out that this is a comedy, but it should still be consistent in its own logic.
Once again, Jamie Babbit has come up with an interesting premise and refused to do it justice.
For all of its expression of feminist empowerment, it is utterly amazing that the filmmaker expects the audience to accept that the main character can use and abuse the friendship of the transgender character and be together with the pretty little femme girl, who has a history of using and abusing other women. That ending completely undercuts many of the themes of the film itself.
On top of that, the only characters with any depth at all are those that, interestingly enough, are more stereotypically feminine in their appearance. The more ambiguous characters are all very one-note.
And that ending...the plot holes are glaring. How did Aggie find himself operating a camera on a nationally-syndicated television show without being discovered by those who already work there? Also, someone has clearly commandeered the control room and no one is attempting to take it back? Oh, and how long have such talk shows been broadcast live, with no delay or edit? I'm sure that someone will point out that this is a comedy, but it should still be consistent in its own logic.
Once again, Jamie Babbit has come up with an interesting premise and refused to do it justice.