The live shows of dearly departed Portland drag troupe Sissyboy were glittery, shrieking hot messes of personal and public politics (abortion, Matthew Shepard, suicide, suicide bombers), but they don't translate particularly well to the screen: You can feel their subversive power vaporizing between stage and camera in this simple but captivating documentary. But it's a pleasure to watch Sissyboy's misfit cast of "amazing faggots" tell their stories—of addiction, alcoholism, death—with insight and forthright wit: "I think the most attractive that I've ever felt as a human being is after, you know, washing off the monster at the end of the night. You know, when you wash all that shit off your face, you feel like there's something decent in there." (Grand Illusion, 1403 NE 50th St, 523-3935. 7 and 9 pm, $8.)