Snow White and the Seven Drag Queens

You wouldn’t walk through the doors of North Halsted’s home of lube wrestling and expect to find high drama (at least not the theatrical kind). High camp, on the other hand, feels perfectly at home. For its first outing since the fourth and final run of A Midsummer Night’s Dream: A Queer Tale, MidTangent queers Snow White. Writer-director Lewis makes her a laid-off hairstylist who moves in with a slovenly septet of drag queens and, with a flick of her wrist, turns them fabulous. But wouldn’t you know the queens’ evil landlord, Millificent Duville, has it out for Snow.

Charmingly crammed onto a tiny stage in a corner of the club’s dance floor, and liberally sprinkled with cleverly appropriated Britney and Cher numbers, Seven Drag Queens is archly entertaining and smart enough not to take itself too seriously; with the bar open at the back of the room, it’s a satisfying kickoff to a night on the (Boys)town. And Emily Rogers’s otherworldly Snow seems to have stepped right out of the Disney vault.

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