Seeing a cult film in a cultish setting with a fan audience (in this case, a cinema tent at a festival) is a fine way to see the cracks in Priscilla melt away and the charm take over totally. It's deeply problematic but also vibrantly shot and with some real show stopper moments. Certainly large chunks of it belong in the past, but despite how well-trodden the cult has become in the decades since it still has the capacity to shock and subvert. It's welded now into a memorable viewing experience anyway, and whatever else time does to it, it'll always have that for me.
