Orlando, My Political Biography (2023) review

A "free-form adaptation" of Virginia Woolf's novel Orlando - which is about a male poet who goes to sleep, wakes up a woman and witnesses major global events - brings together many modern day transgender and non-binary individuals and asks them to discuss their own life experiences and constant struggle for acceptance by society, and it touches on Woolf's personal history and her romantic relationship with writer Vita Sackville-West.  I like the fact that director Preciado (a trans male) has a bit of fun with the topic - by sneaking in noise rock, silliness (surgeons operate on a hardcover book) and "casting" his two Boston Terriers (Rilke and Pompom) - yet despite its noblest efforts to "explain" the situation to non-cisgendered folk, it remains a mystery: for example, in a conversation with a psychiatrist, the one Orlando proudly claims to possess a "female penis" (does that mean it earns less money in the workplace?).  There's this nagging sense of "self-importance" by several of these participants that comes across as sort of smug, as if they're claiming to be more "special" than the rest of humanity with its "lame," "old-fashioned" concepts.  Still, any experimental project that would make Jordan B. Peterson, Ben Shapiro and a host of other close-minded persons explode in self-righteous rage is doing something very right.  Also, I'm jealous that a 15-year-old has a deeper voice than I do.