A single mother. His boy. The interest of the last for make up and clothes of his mom. Her reaction, her love, her fears about his image.
After decades, a drag queen prepairing her show.
She-he is the boy.
The basic virtue - the gentle touch of storytelling . The music, gestures and work of camera. Not the last, the end, talking, in fair - honest manner about the asumation of destiny.
Significant remains the bitterness of story, defined by the loneleness of boy and his curiosity, his only model being the mother, the powerty and improvisation of apparence in show.
Not the last, the cultural frame, precise defined by the title.
So, a film as a sort of confession.
