This preordained cult classic has been outfitted with a magnificently rough and colorful transfer.
It has an artisanal intensity that prevents it from turning into a smug and predictable exercise in political revision.
Anna Biller’s influences are as naked as her delightfully curvaceous body is in the riotous 1970s throwback Viva.
Viva is great camp because it’s so over the top—pushes the envelope in all directions—while remaining dryly and wickedly deadpan.