
2000 · Jamie Babbit
For when you need to laugh at something that deserves to be laughed at, and fall for a love story anyway — a cult favorite that works equally as a cozy queer comfort watch and a middle finger with great production design.
Megan is an all-American cheerleader with a boyfriend and a Melissa Etheridge poster, and she has no idea why her parents have staged an intervention. Shipped off to a 'sexual redirection' camp where girls wear Pepto-Bismol pink and boys powder blue, she's supposed to learn how to be straight — and instead starts figuring out, for the first time, who she actually is.
A candy-coated satire that gets funnier as its targets get sillier, then blindsides you by being sincerely romantic underneath the camp. It's playful, tender, and quietly furious all at once — a comedy where the absurdity is doing serious work.
Natasha Lyonne makes Megan's confusion genuinely touching amid all the pastel absurdity, and her chemistry with Clea DuVall gives the film its warm, beating heart. RuPaul, playing an 'ex-gay' counselor, is a running gift.
Jamie Babbit's production design is the argument: an aggressively artificial world of plastic pinks and blues that makes enforced heterosexuality itself look like the costume. The John Waters-style camp never cheapens the romance — it's the armor that lets the sincerity land.
Savaged by critics in 2000 and slapped with an NC-17 before cuts, it has since completed one of the great rehabilitations in American independent film, becoming a foundational queer cult classic decades ahead of its reviewers.
Reception & legacy: how But I'm a Cheerleader was received, argued over, and remembered →
Jamie Babbit's debut was savaged by critics in 2000 and has since completed one of the great rehabilitations in American independent cinema: a candy-coated satire of conversion therapy that turned out to be decades ahead of its reviewers. Natasha Lyonne plays Megan, a cheerleader shipped off to a 'sexual redirection' camp where the girls wear Pepto-Bismol pink and the boys powder blue — a production design of aggressive artificiality, borrowed from John Waters and the plastic Americana of Douglas Sirk, that makes heterosexuality itself look like the costume. The joke deepens rather than cheapens: beneath the camp is a sincere, swooning romance between Lyonne and Clea DuVall, and the film insists queer desire is the natural thing while the institutions policing it are the grotesque performance. The MPAA slapped it with an NC-17 for content that would barely ruffle a straight teen comedy — Babbit cut to an R and never let the double standard go unmentioned. RuPaul appears out of drag as an 'ex-gay' counselor, one of the film's most delicious ironies.
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