You know it's a good night when you feel you've stepped into a Maira Kalman drawing. MoMA's Documentary Fortnight crowd showcased crazy style for the world premiere of Wu Tsang's Wildness about a pivotal year in the life of an aging gay bar, the Silver Platter, serving the queer Latinos in a poor corner of Los Angeles. Race, gender, sexuality, safe spaces, anti-trans crime, community, gentrification, and the fear of hipster popularity mingle with even more amorphous issues like the essence of beauty and the passage of time. "Original" is an understatement. For starters, the bar narrates. She speaks in a wise, melancholy, semi-magical voice that would be at home in an Isabel Allende novel. At precisely the moment when the interviews with Mexican men, in L.A. legally and otherwise, who like "to dress" [as women] run their course, the outsider djs/artists who run Tuesday night's renegade party surprise you by deciding to start a free legal clinic next door to assist the trans ladies in their dealings with the law. The shocks continue with a fight with L.A. Weekly and a death that leaves the club padlocked and coworkers of 22 years suing each other. Wildness screens at SXSW in March and Wu Tsang's installation recreating the bar will appear in the Whitney biennial in May.