Izzy, a very brash young woman, wakes up hung over and dizzy in Santa Monica. She’s in the apartment of someone she doesn’t know and who she doesn’t remember meeting. Right at this very moment, and you get the feeling there are many, she knows she must get her life together but continually makes excuses as to why nothing is her fault. Wearing her crumpled catering uniform from the night before, she leaves and finds out that her ex-boyfriend Roger (Russell) is marrying her former best friend. Knowing they were together was bad enough but she can’t stand the idea of forever if she isn’t the person he’s marrying. The rest of the film is about what she does to get to the engagement party and break them up.

Izzy calls in as many chits as she can but has burned every bridge she could possibly to use, finding her journey quite difficult. She tries desperately to get people to understand that this time is different, that she has changed, but that’s what she always says. She’s even, at that moment, getting kicked out of the home she’s been staying in because her friends are done enabling her, something she desperately needs someone to do if she’s ever to get better. Izzy has a strong belief and faith in signs from the universe and attempts to use this faith, and the explanation of destiny, on her friends to get them to help her on her journey, but they’ve had enough. During the rest of the film, we meet people who have tried to help her in the past and who she has regularly not appreciate, disappointed and pushed away, including family.

On her own, she gets creative with her methods of transportation. With the use of a bike, a scooter, a stranger, and theft she manages to make her way to her sister Virginia’s (Coon) house. The defining moment of the film is when the two siblings, once singers in a local band, perform a duet. Davis and Coon sound great together, and the time with her sister, while being used to get what she wants, brings Izzy to realize what she has been missing out on. You’d think by now she would have learned something about herself but even at her sister’s house, something happens that tells you she hasn’t changed, she’s only masking who she truly is.

The trip we take with Izzy is rabid and chaotic and once she reaches her destination, director Christian Papierniak uses color as a way to calm things down a bit, introducing us to the reason for all this pandemonium, Roger. The message of the movie is that Alcoholics don’t need the thing they want, only want what they think they need. It goes for people, too. Does Izzy’s heart remain shattered forever? Does she learn from previous mistakes? Will she get the boy in the end? The ending is what I enjoyed most about, ‘Izzy Gets the Fuck Across Town’ and I think you will too so I’m not about to answer any of those questions… you’ll have to go and see it for yourself.

The story tries to sell itself as feminist but to me, a woman watching, it was anything but. The synopsis is, ‘When an injured male leftist on the run discovers the remote stronghold of the Female Liberation Army, a radical feminist terrorist group whose mission is to usher in a female world order, one of the members takes pity on him and hides him in the basement. However, the man in the basement is just one of many secrets threatening to disrupt the FLA’s mission from within. Balancing sharp social commentary and salacious popcorn entertainment, iconic filmmaker Bruce LaBruce has created an experience that’s a blast to watch and just as much fun to dissect afterward.’ Sounds great. But when you ‘dissect’ each part of what you watched, you walk away with something completely different. I can sum it up simply by saying it was made as an excuse to be sexual and extreme.

I was surprised to read that Indiewire proclaimed this as one of the fifteen greatest lesbian films of all time because if that’s the case, lesbians have a very low bar unless bad sex scenes are the most important factor in their rating system. There are a few reasons I say that. One is because the acting wasn’t a crucial element of the actor’s abilities to writer/director Bruce LaBruce. While watching a feature film, an audience member would like the actors to be able to pull off a line. Sex scenes are littered throughout for they must be more essential they be there rather than be good to the creator of the film. The first sex scene, outside of the very X-Rated gay porn (being watched by two female leads and framed nicely for us to watch, too), isn’t good either. It appears as though the actors aren’t comfortable with one another and the song that was chosen to play during their lovemaking, which literally screams, ‘Down with the Patriarchy,’ is so bad it makes the ears of anyone within auditory range of the tune hurt slightly.

There is some clever cinematography that suggests LaBruce does have a gift for how to bring a story together, such as when the women in the film turn their male leftist stowaway into a female by showing us what I assume were real shots of the procedure in different stages, but other sloppy editing decisions makes the rest of the work hard to forgive.

Also, having these characters attempt to make a statement about the objectifying of women by men and a patriarchal society is totally missed. As a woman, I found it to be the opposite of what the premise alleges. The Female Separatists want to be heard, accounted for and treated as equals and then to take over. Classes on ‘HERstory’ are taught to bored young women who want only to get back to the bedroom and have pillow fights, complete with feathers, of course, and outside of repeating some philosophical quotes, it doesn’t seem anything they’re learning is really sinking in. But why would it? After all, Big Mother (Susanne Sachße as Susanne Sachsse) gives them no reason to want to stay. She’s every bit the tyrant that she claims all men to be, ordering the girls, forbidding them and even cruelly punishing them. Women are more nurturing by nature so the idea that such a sadistically hate-filled charter would exist seems ludicrous. Surely fantasy could explain the purpose of the film but not a good one. However, there is also learning what Parthenogenesis means. We are told that Parthenogenesis is a type of sexual reproduction where the egg develops an embryotic form without male penetration. This has yet to be found in mammals. Will one or more of the mistresses in the film be the first to carry this to term? If you can stay with this intensely misguided film long enough, it does appear this is the big question LaBruce was leading us to. Men are pigs and women are creation. If he had wanted to be taken more seriously, I believe LaBruce would have been, but he needed to stick one message. Even then it was mired in a hodgepodge of events that made the narrative anything but engaging. I don’t know, maybe this can catch some future cult following but I would be surprised if it did.

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