By Grant Balfour
This is the movie that made John Waters famous, and quite possibly the
film that made bad taste cool. Yes, Virginia, a large transvestite
actually eats dog feces as a kind of dizzying denouement to this
frequently illogical and intentionally disgusting movie, but by the time
that happens, you're already numb ... and you've possibly laughed to the
point of losing bladder control.
The plot revolves around two vile families laying claim to the title
"The Filthiest People Alive." You've got pregnant women in pits,
you've got grown men getting sexual satisfaction from chickens, you've got
people licking furniture to perform trailer-park voodoo, and you've got
classic lines like: "Oh my God! The couch ... it ... it rejected
Waters, who went on to direct genuine pop-culture classics such as Hairspray
and Serial Mom, made this celluloid sideshow with one aim--to make
a name for himself. It worked. He does have a genuine eye for filmmaking
(when the trailer burns down, you feel the white heat of Divine's pain and
anger). On the other hand, you won't notice any disclaimers about stunt
doubles and animals not being mistreated. There weren't, and they were.
Welcome to the filthiest film in the world.