I guess there is sort of a genre category for this film. The closest I can think of are the comedy acts before an audience on Netflix. But this one was more than that. The camera took you back and forth from the nightclub to the streets of New York where the two actors talked about the show and what it means, but then would also go into the routines that were seamlessly picked up back in the nightclub show. But they also talked to the audience about what they were doing as well. And there was singing and a violin.
But more significantly, this was two Asian-American women, well, Chinese, well half-Chinese, at least one. It was a little unclear. And they talked, sang, rapped about cross cultural, assimilation issues within the Asian-American community, And they didn't spare anyone. It's a film that ought to be watched by a lot of folks and then discussed in interracial groups.
While I was taking an advantage of a break between films and trying to write up my comments on the shorts I'd just seen along with Happy Lucky . . ., John walked into the room so I asked him about his reactions.
He wanted to talk, but not particularly with a camera recording. But he agreed. He was much more comfortable when I shut off the camera. But here's a bit of his reaction.