It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
“There’s nothing the matter with you. You’re alive, and sick and living in New York -- like 8 million other people.”
These words of encouragement may not resemble a new day a-dawning, but by the time they arrive near the end of “Outrageous!” they carry a certain poignant significance. They're spoken to a frightened schizophrenic girl by her best friend in the world, who is a drag queen. And then, in what wouldn't have passed for a happy ending in Hollywood's golden age but will have to do these days, they hit the dance floor together in a gay disco.
Almost any description of “Outrageous!” makes it sound like a sensational exploitation film but that's exactly what it isn't. It's a bittersweet, endearing, sometimes funny little slice of life, and when you describe it as the story of a friendship between a transvestite and a schizophrenic, you have to add that they're loyal and human and deserve one another.
The movie was shot last winter in Toronto and New York and debuted in the marketplace of the Cannes Film Festival last May. The title and the subject matter made it sound like this year's contender for the Andy Warhol prize, but the movie itself was something else again: a low-budget, rough-edged effort, yes, but with warmth and sincerity and two very engaging performances.