Drive-Away Dolls feels like the work of a washed-up director trying to prove that he’s still got it. He does not “still got it,” at least not on this one. This movie is supposed to be funny, and while absurd and mildly amusing, mostly annoyed me. This movie also gives the vibes of “straight man who thinks lesbians are hot.”

Margaret Qualley is doing most of the heavy lifting in here with her terrible fake Texan accent. She looks like a Klimt painting. Geraldine Viswanathan is alright, while Colman Domingo is phoning it in. The Matt Damon-Jesse Plemons-Philip Seymour Hoffman continuum is a singularity.

It feels like the editor is trying to test out as many transitions as possible. The movie looks too sleek in a straight-to-streaming way, except for all of the Dutch angles and such. I do like the jokes at Tallahassee, Florida’s expense, even though Florida was a swing state when the movie was set. Nevertheless, this weak movie may be a bad omen for Pride Month.