Manuel Betancourt Even if you didn’t know Todd Flaherty had produced, written, directed, and edited “Chrissy Judy” himself, you could tell from his performance that this is quite a self-driven endeavor. More passion than vanity project (Flaherty has written himself a capital-M “messy” protagonist, after all), Flaherty has clearly bet on himself here. And it mostly pays off in what is an unassuming story about the falling out between a pair of “good Judys” — that’s short for best gay friends — that brims with the kind of belabored authenticity that belies a desire to showcase Flaherty’s ambitions as an actor, yes, but also as a budding multi-hyphenate. The title for Flaherty’s film refers to the twinned friends at the heart of this tale: but where James aka Judy (Flaherty) has a knack for self-delusion he hopes will fuel him into a version of his life where he’ll find stardom as one half of a drag duo, Chrissy (Wyatt Fenner) is, alas, already considering alternative visions for a future that finally puts such a dream to rest. In quite simple terms: Chrissy is fed up. He’s sick of trying to merely get by. He’s eager, it sounds, to let those big-city dreams go and relocate to suburban Philadelphia (imagine the horror!) with his new boyfriend. Instead of finding a supportive ear in his longtime bff, Chrissy comes face to face with a raging narcissist who cannot fathom why anyone would ever let New York (or himself) go for, let’s face it, such a basic life.