Desperate Living

This is it…as of now, I have seen every single John Water film that is available to be seen…and I saved the most fucked-up for last! Divine isn’t in it – but it’s still great. Jean Hill more than fills the space vacated by Divine (literally and figuratively). David Lochary is sadly missed from this […]

Hairspray (1988)

John Waters made a film that’s rated PG. Who could’ve predicted that? Hairspray was the first Waters film I saw. I was in 7th grade – young, impressionable, naive (okay, maybe not naive). From that moment on, I was in love. I had no idea what I was in love with, of course, until I […]

Serial Mom

After the relatively tame Hairspray and Cry-Baby, it’s good to see John Waters get back to his roots – killin’, killin’ and more killin’! In a world where over 60% of road rage is perpetrated by women, it’s good to see it on the big screen in context of the homemaker instead of the homebreaker, […]


A semi-autobiographical film by John Waters? Yep. That’s what Pecker seems to be. John Waters examines the effects of fame and money on the life of a teenage photographer and his family. His world is turned upside down, his artwork loses much of its meaning and validity AND there are devasting effects on his personal […]

Female Trouble

This is the first ‘naughty’ Waters film that I ever saw. I had only seen Hairspray and I loved it, so I decided to check out some other ones. This was the first one that I came across (in my local Blockbuster, no less. It was right next to ‘Ganjasaurus.’) Absolutely my favorite John Waters […]

Multiple Maniacs

I am glad I am not Catholic. This is the one John Waters film that I will not let my Catholic friends watch. Not because I believe in sacrilege and not because I respect Catholisism. In fact, I am pretty biased against it. I just want my Catholic friends to continue to be my Catholic […]

Pink Flamingos

Every time I see this flick, it gets better and better. Not the way that a fine wine gets better with age, but more like the way a pair of sneakers age. The first time you wear them, they make you uncomfortable, but with every time you wear ’em, they become a part of you. […]