Transamerica

(c) AJMalouin 2006
(Ratings: 3 by Al and 5 by Caryl) (2005/USA. Directed by Duncan Tucker.) (1 hr 43. Rated R in USA sexual content, nudity, language and drug use.)

Here’s a Road Movie that’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

Felicity Huffman plays a man living in California who has one more operation to undergo (the most important one!!) before he becomes a full-tilt woman. Except for that final operation, he is already the woman known as “Bree” in every emotional, spiritual and psychological sense of what we know as gender.

One week before the operation is scheduled to happen, however, he receives a phone call from a police station in NYC. The 17-year old Toby, claiming to be the son Huffman never knew she had, has been arrested for shop-lifting, and needs to be bailed. (Bail has been set at one dollar.)

Huffman has a surgery agenda and aims to ignore the phone call entirely. Huffman’s therapist, however, will not grant permission for the final surgery until Huffman settles this one final issue. So off she huffs to NYC to collect the son and bring him back to CA. That’s what she tells him, anyway. Her Real Plan is to drop him in the South at the home of his step-father.

(Toby is the off-spring of an ill-planned college relationship. While in the NYC lock-up, he calls his father— and is collected instead [he thinks] by Bree, who is posing as a social worker in order to spring the boy and get back to her sex-changing career.)

The result is one of the quirkiest Road Movies ever made. Talk about discoveries!!! The son Toby (played nervous-wonderful by Kevin Zegers) does not know that Huffman is his father— nor even, for that matter, that Huffman is still anatomically a man.

The first road-trip stop is therefore in The South. Bree and her son travel through some amazingly beautiful countryside and meet some amazingly talented actors down South. Bree discovers that Toby’s step-father is still unfit, however, (the product of drinking tooooo much alcohol) so Toby cannot be dropped off there.

Westward on the road-trip Bree makes the mistake of picking up a charming peyote-eating hitchhiking. (“I’m a Level 4 Vegan. I don’t eat anything that casts a shadow.”) It turns out to be less-than-charming, however, when the hitchhiker steals their rattle-trap station wagon and allllll the stuff in it. (“My purse. My hormones! You dirty motherfucking hippie!” Bree summarizes. “My dog book was in that car,” Toby adds.)

The loss of alllllll their traveling resources forces Bree and Toby to stop off at the home of Bree’s parents. There is where some of the best scenes (in a film chock-a-block FULL of best scenes) in the film take place. We meet Bree’s drug-stained sister (who always was a girl) and get a history of how Bree’s parents are supportive (not!) of Bree’s sex change. Every acting performance under this roof is superlative and belly-laugh provoking. Once Certain Understanding of the past and present are reached, Bree and Toby flouncebounce off again on the road to California.

In the end, as in any Road Movies, all is revealed, loose ends are tied off [no pun intended], and everyone learns something. In the end, we sense that Bree and Toby are just at their beginning.

There is lots of good and entertaining acting in this film, by lots of good actors. It is very funny, very inspiring, and very illuminating. Al callt it a totally rewarding film, and Caryl (who was reluctant to see it) callt it an excellent movie.