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The faux Almodóvar opening credits are pretty fab, but from then on this cross-dressing NY frolic entertains only fitfully. The problem isn't in Jeff Robertson's central turn as fun-sized drag queen Varla Jean Merman, who makes the late Divine look like a wilting flower. It's in the plot line spun around her (romance, ambition and murder behind the scenes of an off-off-off-Broadway disco extravaganza, 'The Lady Does It All'), the director's timing of the sundry catty one-liners, and the enthusiastic, but distinctly amateur-hour supporting cast. For indulgent connoisseurs of high camp.