Dominated by tutti-frutti shades of pink and blue, this gentle satire pokes fun at uptight straight people and do-gooders who think homosexuality can be cured. Guileless high schooler Megan (Natasha Lyonne) has it all: loving parents (Bud Cort, Mink Stole), a cute boyfriend, fun friends and a spot on the cheerleading squad. Imagine her surprise upon arriving home to find that her nearest and dearest have staged an intervention, and are packing her off to the True Directions program to escape the curse of lesbianism. "But I'm a cheerleader," she wails, as starchy directrix Miss Brown (Cathy Moriarty) insists that the healing can't begin until Megan admits she's a big dyke. Meanwhile, Miss Brown's Daisy Duke-clad son Rock (Eddie Cibrian of TV's Third Watch) is prancing around the yard like some hyperactive Bruce of Los Angeles model, and her head counselor is ultraswishy, self-proclaimed "ex-gay" Mike (RuPaul Charles). Can you say "Queen of Denial"? Megan's fellow sex-rehabbers, a world-class collection of sissy boys and mannish girls, include the frank, seductive Graham (Clea DuVall), who just might be Megan's ticket to self-empowerment and hot girl-girl action. First-time feature director Jamie Babbit, who also wrote the film's story, seems to have been inspired by John Waters' toothless recent movies, the ones that are all irony and prefab white-trash iconography. The film's best joke is its first: Megan's supersquare parents and friends all know she's a lesbian long before she does, clued in by her Melissa Etheridge poster and budding vegetarianism. Granted, some of the dialogue is priceless: Dissecting the roots of their homosexuality, the rehabbers offer up, "My mother was married in pants," "all-girl boarding school" and best of all, "born in France." But most of the film's imagination and energy seem to have gone into the clever casting and flamboyant costume and set design.