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                 If you tried to make a smoothie out of Some Like it Hot 
                  and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, you'd get 
                  Connie and Carla. Sweet, refreshing, and a composite 
                  that has its own identity while still retaining the qualities 
                  of its ingredients. 
                Two airport lounge singers (Vardalos and Collette), convinced 
                  of their own fabulousness even if the layover passengers at 
                  O'Hare aren't, inadvertently witness a mob murder and flee to 
                  the last place where someone would look for cultured people: 
                  Los Angeles. They find a gig imitating drag queens in a revue, 
                  and get the job by actually singing as opposed to lip-synching. 
                  The hit man sent to find them becomes the world's biggest musical 
                  number fan as he searches for them in every dinner theater and 
                  Broadway and off-Broadway show in America. And while the girls 
                  try to keep their gender a secret, hilarity ensues. 
                Seeing the movie with a very "fabulous" crowd probably enhanced 
                  the experience, but Connie and Carla was a good 
                  movie already. The comic chops are all there, the dialogue is 
                  crisp, there's enough of a human-interest angle to be sweet, 
                  and the musical numbers are peppy. Honestly, I like musical 
                  revue much better than the musicals themselves. There's usually 
                  only one or two songs in any given musical that are worthwhile 
                  to listen to. The rest have this kludged kind of feel that you 
                  get when you try to move a story along to music. Mainly, you 
                  can't get a decent melody because, if you want to advance the 
                  plot, you can't keep repeating the same thing over and over 
                  again. 
                Does the movie have a message? I'm torn between "Keep the attitude, 
                  lose the shoes, and your dream will find you" and Debbie Reynolds' 
                  maxim, "Chin up, boobs out." Seriously, though, this movie is 
                  here to entertain you and make you laugh. I predict this is 
                  going to be another niche film, like Vardalos' My Big 
                  Fat Greek Wedding. Still, I think it's going to do well, 
                  and maybe give Vardalos some credit for having range as well. 
                  But, not a lot here for children. There's not a lot of language 
                  and no nudity to speak of, but it's probably going to go over 
                  little kids' heads. Plus, to enjoy things, you really need a 
                  healthy dose of being able to laugh at yourself, too. But, for 
                  adults who aren't afraid to loosen up a little, Connie 
                  and Carla is a good investment of an evening. 
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