DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
Like some pill-crazed Mongoloid brother-in-law who keeps turning up at family reunions, director John Waters continues to make films. First there was Pink Flamingos, in which an elephantine drag queen named Divine literally and figuratively ate caca.
DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
DESPERATE LIVING (Is This Your Suburb?)
by
Edouard Dauphin
Like some pill-crazed Mongoloid brother-in-law who keeps turning up at family reunions, director John Waters continues to make films. First there was Pink Flamingos, in which an elephantine drag queen named Divine literally and figuratively ate caca. Then came Female Trouble, which even managed to gross out Rex Reed (guess he's forgotten Myra Breckenridge). ' Now we have Desperate Living and all I can say is I'd like to have the airsick bag lobby concession on this sucker.
Waters makes his pictures in Baltimore, MD, so it's no wonder they're stomach-turning. Desperate Living is even more revolting than Spiro Agnew, another Baltimore product that should be wound around a reel and put in a small, dark room.
Though he's been kicking around the movie biz for more than a decade, Waters still isn't a household word. Unless your house happens to be in a burg like; Mortville and, if that's the case, good luck.