Isle of Lesbos

 

This here is one unique piece of work: A low-budget musical extolling the joys of lesbianism, whose writer-director-songwriter-star Jeff B. Harmon is apparently a former documentarian and war correspondent for British TV. Hard to believe, but his biography on the movie's official Web site says so. Featuring plenty of really obvious smalltown and gay jokes, Isle of Lesbos deliberately hammers home and overplays the obviousness of the humor in such a way that it ends up being funny again, in the mold of Mark Pirro's cult classic Nudist Colony of the Dead. For example: The small town that heroine April Pfferpot (Kirsten Holly Smith) is from is named "Bumfuck," a word that is repeated so often and so straight-faced that it generates some chuckles, as do the blatantly fake farm animals (regular actors wearing animal masks) and songs with lyrics like "Though she never used to play with dolls/Who'da thought she'd grow a pair of balls?" The plot, what little there is, involves an alternate, through-the-looking glass dimension resembling a set from the original Star Trek series, where repressed lesbians are sent shortly before they commit suicide to live out a glorious tribal existence. But when April goes through the mirror, her redneck kinfolk ain't havin' none o' that! There are some moments of tedium (a needlessly long and expository scene when April first arrives on Lesbos; a singing and dancing homosexual nuclear warhead), and it has to be said that a little of this stuff goes a long way. Nonetheless, it's ingratiatingly goofy, and features more ridiculously overdone Southern and New York accents than should ever be brought together in one place. If it doesn't quite attain the heights of Trey Parker's Cannibal: The Musical, it is at least superior to its most similar antecedent, Troma's drag queen romp Vegas in Space.