Miramax Films

Paris Is Burning

Paris Is Burning

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In Jeannie Livingston’s celebrated snapshot of the late-’80s New York drag-ball scene, such terms as “beauty” and “reality” become loose mercury, blurred like the identities of the black and Hispanic gay men hitting the drag houses every night. The documentary, a hit back when distributor Miramax had some kind of edge, is right away upfront about the racial, social, and sexual politics of tucking in cocks and putting on dresses—“You’re black, you’re male, and you’re gay,” one queen says early on, recounting the three-strikes-you’re-out fringe status pressed on him since birth. The world of flaming, cross-dressing theater, then, can stand for an enclosed universe not just of communal acceptance, but also of mockery of the gender-rigidity of “normal” society (Schoolgirl, Butch Queen, and Town and Country are a few of the categories in a beauty-pageant burlesque). Where, however, does parody end and yearning begin? To white, middle-aged queen Dorian Corey, the film’s weary drag-historian, looking like a less manic Divine while daintily putting on makeup, the events’ obsession with “realness” (that is, with convincingly “passing” as straight men or actual women, instead of gay men) basically amounts to strutting back into the closet. Yet, to Pepper LaBeija or Angie Xtravaganza, the performativity inherent in drag-balls works as pipeline from inner psyche out into the world, transformative rather than delusional. The beauty of Paris Is Burning is the way Livingston’s nonjudgmental camera is able to accommodate both views, among others, while depicting a familial world apart from White America, with its own sets of rules, rituals, even idioms—notably voguing, the art of pantomime dissing, taken by Willi Ninja into the mainstream via Madonna. (On another level, the creative energy of the balls is explicitly evoked as an alternative to street violence, with the face-offs between queens often acquiring the intensity of gang duels.) Seemingly amorphous, the film is actually structured as a series of contrasts between dreams and reality, pretending and being, the hopeful youth of Venus Xtravaganza lying on a mattress and the disillusioned middle-age of Corey in front of a pitiless mirror. The quota, with the sudden deaths of various participants, leaves a sad aftertaste, though even while leaving the dry final word to Corey, Livingston’s preference for feeling over exoticism secures an ultimately hopeful study of the search for personal wholeness.

Miramax Films
76 min
Jennie Livingston
Dorian Corey, Willi Ninja, Pepper Labeija, Kim Pendavis, Freddie Pendavis, Octavia Saint Laurent, Angie Xtravaganza, Venus Xtravaganza