Club Kid: The feel good movie of the year (review)

A returning queer party boy, Peter sees a 10-year-old son arrive who he knew nothing about. Hipster Jordan Firstman’s debut film makes you want to dance, laugh and cry. Totally irresistible.

It begins in an irresistible sequence shot. An Uber crowded with partygoers, to a song by Rihanna. It screams, it sings, it overflows everywhere. Peter, wearing a Madonna t-shirt, is in the middle of the group. The camera follows him onto the dancefloor, in a movement that never seems to want to stop. We are in New York in 2016. Peter dances, snorts, gets laid in queer clubs, throws his parties with his accomplice Sophie (Cara Delevingneperfect) and believes itself to be eternal. Ten years later, he is still dancing. But alone, when the lights come back on and the cleaning ladies mop the floors around him. The party is over and no one told him. This is the moment that Arlo, ten years old, chooses to arrive in his life: a son of whom he knew nothing, a memory of a night of which he does not remember much.