“Are you kidding me?” snaps Ms Petrie, Holland Taylor’s power-suit loving intelligence chief, towards the end of the 2004 spy satire DEBS. “We conduct a nationwide manhunt for you, and you’re boning the suspect?!”
In a nutshell, this is the basic premise of Angela Robinson’s 2004 debut feature film, a critically panned box office flop which has transformed into a cult classic over the last 20 years thanks to its refreshing and cheery nonchalance towards the subject of sexuality. The heavily sanitised trailer, which erased virtually all evidence of a sapphic storyline, meant that DEBS passed me by for years. Now, I’m making up for lost time.
