When Brad’s mother throws him out of the house for being gay, he steals her car and drives to Los Angeles, where a chance collision with the city’s ball scene leads him down a dark path of death, infidelity, and songs about Justin Timberlake. But it ain’t all so serious! This musical foray into Los Angeles’ ball culture plays on tropes familiar to fans of Paris Is Burning, the definitive documentary about this competitive, fabulous world. (Schoolboy realness! Lady Gaga lookalike contests!) The plot is frothy, full of sexual tension and trust issues; the acting is of a piece with the similarly themed cable dramedy Noah’s Arc; the tone is melodramatic but light, which is exactly what you’d want from a film with a character named Queef Latina. The songs are mostly throwaway pop tunes, with lots of reprises to remind you that you’re watching a musical and not a bizarro-world episode of Smash. And while Leave It on the Floor touches on serious issues affecting gay and trans African-Americans—disapproving parents, mostly—the greater narrative centers on the glamorous, transformative world of the ball. The title indicates where the rest goes, one supposes.