After trading our virtues for a meatball in our spaghetti, finding a cockroach in our salad, and smearing éclair cream into our nose hair; we discuss Victor/Victoria. In this crazy gay Parisian world, the accents may be all wrong, but we agree that the messages of acceptance and feminism are perfect until the second half where King’s arc outshines Victoria’s friendship with Toddy. It’s a great example of comedy filmmaking in the 1980s that even the shady dame from Seville would enjoy.