InformationRap This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

Sameer Callahan It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

Cassandra Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

Phillipa Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

mark.waltz There's something about a mincing man pretending to be a woman that for me is the most annoying type of female impersonator. Charles Busch has written some funny plays, but he's extremely obvious in this spoof of the women's picture of the 1950's and 60's. This particularly goes after the type of films that Ross Hunter made, and while there are some mild laughs at the expense of these films, I was left cold by this rip-off of the best John Waters films. Stark Sands, later in Broadway's "Kinky Boots", shows promise as Busch's rather lost young man who sets his sights on his mother's lover (Jason Priestley). With two strange growing teenage children, an old fart of a husband and a creepy lover, Busch gets to pull out all the stops in the melodramatics. Unfortunately, by pulling out all the stops, any sense of parody makes this seem like a badly written, over the top, and extremely overlong Carol Burnett show sketch. With Carol, you expected that, and it was over in no more than 20 minutes. It strives for shock value with issues such as incest and homosexuality dealt with bluntly (and often crudely) and such soap opera staples as infidelity and murder to carry what there is of a plot along. Eventually, Sands and sister Natasha Lyonne plot to take care of mommie dearest....for good. After a while, it wears out its welcome. References to" Gypsy", "Dead Ringer", "Portrait in Black" and "Where Love Has Gone" is peppered with shots of obviously phony backdrops. Lyonne seems intent on imitating John Waters regular Mink Stole and comes off looking like a braying Pia Zadora. The overabundance of bitchy lines, put-downs and snarling delivery of all these lines just results in a tired spoof that grates on the nerves very quickly.

edwagreen The writing is so hysterically crazy in this film that you can't help but burst from laughing from this very dark comedy.A dysfunctional California family hate each other. Some of the lines in the film talk about blintzes in the Sahara Desert and the father complaining of constipation since his trip to Madrid.There are some real good twists here such as the religious maid who isn't as great as she can be, and the ending shocker when it's revealed that the lady of the house pulled exactly what Bette Davis did in 1964's "Dead Ringer." People who are dead turn up very much alive and with it all, there is a pretty good song sung-"I'm Me!"This picture proves that there is a very thin line between genius and insanity.

dissidenz What a fun movie!! So campy, so snappy, yet so... human. Charles Busch is delightful, as a writer and actor, not to mention an expert lip-sync-er. Busch seems to channel every golden screen diva from Garland to Garbo, even as recent as Faye Dunaway playing Joan Crawford. The movie is full of witty one- liners, pop culture references, and juicy double entendres. The actors all eat up this killer material, and Rucker's direction makes the most of an apparently limited budget. But that hardly matters when there's a true love of the medium by all involved, which is the case with "Die Mommie Die!" Too bad Busch doesn't write for "Will & Grace" nowadays. But I'm sure he has much better things to do.

SSRhodes As a fan of Charles Busch's work, I really looked forward to seeing this film. I have to admit I was not impressed. I've seen and directed many of Busch's stage plays, and while they are hysterical and fun when live and on-stage, they simply don't translate to film very well. Busch's portrayal of Angela is outstanding -- strong yet almost pathetic; however, I felt it was one dimensional. No true highs and lows. After about 30 minutes or so, I kept hoping he would just let loose and go 'Joan Crawford' on us. The supporting cast, with the exception of Frances Conroy (Bootsie) were simply dull and lackluster. I couldn't help but feel that the actors weren't directed very well; they didn't capture the 'over-the-top' attitude that is a necessity in this genre (camp). Certainly, it is a beautiful cast, but I still didn't buy their performances. If you want to truly enjoy Busch's work, see it live and on-stage. Trust me, you won't be sorry!