One of the major highlights of this year’s fest is the teen comedy “Spork,” which still has two showings left. Buy tickets here.

Picture Jeffrey Eugenides’ novel “Middlesex” crossed with “Napoleon Dynamite” as directed by John Waters. The film is a bright (and dark) comic tale of a 14-year-old girl nicknamed Spork because, through a joke of fate, she was born with boy-parts. Oh well. At high school, daily social torture ensues.

The film is a bit too derivative of “Napoleon Dynamite” in the way Spork enlists the aid of another outcast, Tootsie Roll — a clown-dancing little fireball who, like Spork, lives in a trailer — and builds to a dance sequence in front of a stunned student body. But I forgive because of the movie’s great big throbby heart, its tangy Todd Solondz-like quirk and most especially because of its highly quotable oddball dialogue. As Spork faces off against a gang of blond Britney wannabees and sleeps in 3-D glasses beneath a basketball stained with her enemy’s blood, I laughed a lot at lines like, “I am gonna get that Spork! And her little colored friend too,” “It’s not your dance-off, beeyotch,” “Hang around with he-girl and she-boy and you’re gonna grow a dingaling too! I read it on TV!,” “alone, ethnic-looking and sad” and “you’re the coolest white b***h I know, Spork,” not to mention the innocently hand-lettered sign posted on the wall of the gym at a school religious fair where Spork hopes at last (in vain) to find a place where she belongs. The sign reads, “Choose Youre [sic] God and Make Some Friends.” Most heartbreakingly, Spork (who lives with her older brother Spit in a rancid and cramped living space) introduces us to the place “where my mommy sleeps.” This indicates a gravestone (labeled Mommy) outside her trailer-home. And it’s covered with weeds to which Spork is allergic. This movie is an enticing mix of smart camp and real feeling. Writer-director J.B. Ghuman Jr., I look forward to your next film.