Rewatched it the day after attending NYC's first DragCon: a commercialized affair seemingly serving to demarginalize drag queens, their queer fans and other nonbinary people with a flair for performing arts and fashion. Interesting juxtaposition. The most tragic thing: only one person of the cast lived to see the film's 25th anniversary. Paris is burning, and the children are burning with it. Can't they just be?