The title promises cosmic camp, and the film fires up its boosters right away. With a planet called Clitopolis and villains known as the Straight White Maliens, it’s clear this galaxy has no time for subtlety. The animation is bright, cheeky, and knowingly queer, full of gags that feel as familiar as cats on the sofa or flannel on a Sunday.
The jokes are relentless—sometimes light-years faster than the story. You sense more effort went into the puns than the plot—not something to complain about. Still, the script circles its own orbit, looping like an old ex who keeps reappearing at the same café. Funny, yes, but a little thin on propulsion.
And yet, there’s no denying the charm. Lesbian Space Princess may not conquer the galaxy, but it twinkles with warmth and camp invention. It is, without doubt, the best animated film about a lesbian space princess—complete with riffs on thespian lesbians—that I have ever seen. Not boldly going so much as second-date U-Hauling through the stars, it’s a constellation of winks that leaves you smiling.