Within the first few minutes of watching Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) I knew it would end up as one of my very favorite films. Such an occurrence is rare, but then this is no ordinary movie. An Oedipal tale of drag queens and drugs, the fact that it was filmed during the sixties in Japan makes it all the more of an eye-opener. The cinematography and editing are fantastic, experimental in a post-New Wave way that seems entirely contemporary today. Veering madly from melodrama to comedy to erotica to documentary to psychedelia to completely fucked-up, this strange and fabulous trip may not be for everyone, but for those who are willing it's an unforgettable ride.