The Iron Ladies: Their makeup is perfect, their skirts hiked, and by the way they all have penises.
The Iron Ladies
This? This is why Thailand is awesome. America's idea of a rousing underdog story is a golden retriever that plays soccer. Thailand goes for transgender men's volleyball players.
They're here!
They're queer!
And they play volleyball!
Local courts aren't exactly welcoming, so they decide to form their own team: the most glittery, acrylic-nailed, ass-shaking ragtag bunch this side of the Pacific.
SET PHASERS TO FAAAABULOUS!
Lest you think this movie is trite and stereotyped, they're quick to assure you their team meets all diversity requirements.
Why, they even have a soldier!
And a post-op cabaret dancer!
And a closet case.
Very closeted.
Then there's the hot captain, who's straight, just really really loves playing volleyball. POOR GUY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HIT HIM.
Where your choreography is just as important as your spike.
FEAR.
They drive other teams to distraction, which is hilarious. One coach moans in his hands like, "They were prancing all over the court! Wiggling their hips! We couldn't concentrate!" Oh honey, I felt your pain when I discovered Arashi!
A sentence you're unlikely to ever see again, so enjoy it while it lasts.
When you truly love someone, it means you can rip the shit out of them. "Cunt" is an endearment. "Dirty bitch slut" is a greeting.
ISN'T FRIENDSHIP BEAUTIFUL?
They are incredibly foul-mouthed, it's AMAZING. There's nothing soft or insecure about the iron ladies, they'll cuss you the fuck out and then prance away without a care, leaving you dazed in their sparkly dust.
Doesn't it hurt? Knowing they're prettier than all of us?
And more hardcore. Like when they get into a BAR BRAWL in FULL COSTUME, beating homophobes with chairs, going in rages because THEY BROKE A NAIL ON YOUR FACE. There is something absolutely spectacular about a big burly soldier in a sparkly dress with blood dripping from his wig.
Of course, the adoring public comes around just in time for the national championships.
There isn't actually a lot of volleyball. Calling this a volleyball movie would be like calling House a medical show. You're just supposed to sit back and enjoy the pretty, unattainable men in glitter and short-shorts.
Be sure to watch the credits for footage of the real Iron Ladies. Because all this flashy, fab, peeing-upright grandeur was based on a true story.
This? This is why Thailand is awesome. America's idea of a rousing underdog story is a golden retriever that plays soccer. Thailand goes for transgender men's volleyball players.
They're here!
They're queer!
And they play volleyball!
Local courts aren't exactly welcoming, so they decide to form their own team: the most glittery, acrylic-nailed, ass-shaking ragtag bunch this side of the Pacific.
SET PHASERS TO FAAAABULOUS!
Lest you think this movie is trite and stereotyped, they're quick to assure you their team meets all diversity requirements.
Why, they even have a soldier!
And a post-op cabaret dancer!
And a closet case.
Very closeted.
Then there's the hot captain, who's straight, just really really loves playing volleyball. POOR GUY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HIT HIM.
Where your choreography is just as important as your spike.
FEAR.
They drive other teams to distraction, which is hilarious. One coach moans in his hands like, "They were prancing all over the court! Wiggling their hips! We couldn't concentrate!" Oh honey, I felt your pain when I discovered Arashi!
A sentence you're unlikely to ever see again, so enjoy it while it lasts.
When you truly love someone, it means you can rip the shit out of them. "Cunt" is an endearment. "Dirty bitch slut" is a greeting.
ISN'T FRIENDSHIP BEAUTIFUL?
They are incredibly foul-mouthed, it's AMAZING. There's nothing soft or insecure about the iron ladies, they'll cuss you the fuck out and then prance away without a care, leaving you dazed in their sparkly dust.
Doesn't it hurt? Knowing they're prettier than all of us?
And more hardcore. Like when they get into a BAR BRAWL in FULL COSTUME, beating homophobes with chairs, going in rages because THEY BROKE A NAIL ON YOUR FACE. There is something absolutely spectacular about a big burly soldier in a sparkly dress with blood dripping from his wig.
Of course, the adoring public comes around just in time for the national championships.
There isn't actually a lot of volleyball. Calling this a volleyball movie would be like calling House a medical show. You're just supposed to sit back and enjoy the pretty, unattainable men in glitter and short-shorts.
Be sure to watch the credits for footage of the real Iron Ladies. Because all this flashy, fab, peeing-upright grandeur was based on a true story.