He Who Laughs Most Laughs Best
by John Waters, whose latest film Desperate Living opened in New York recently to a typical Waters crowd, a collection of bizarros and well-to-do thrill slummers that looked like an issue of Interview magazine out for an evening on the town, laughs a lot.
CREEMEDIA
He Who Laughs Most Laughs Best
John Waters Goes Beyond Pink Flamingos
by
Billy Altman
John Waters, whose latest film Desperate Living opened in New York recently to a typical Waters crowd, a collection of bizarros and well-to-do thrill slummers that looked like an issue of Interview magazine out for an evening on the town, laughs a lot. I suppose I would too, if I could spend the better portion of my days trouncing around Baltimore, Maryland, making movies with mostly home grown talent on shoe string budgets which go on to shock and revujse most of the mainstream movie world but leave anyone whose mind and world outlook is healthily out of kilter in stitches. Best known for such frontal attacks on that rotting edifice known as good taste as The Diane Linkletter Story, Mondo Trasho, Female Trouble and the eternal Pink Flamingos, Waters, with his neatly cropped short hair and suave pencil-thin moustache, is probably one of the happiest artists around; he doesn't have to answer to any higher-ups and apparently has a, marvelous time doing just about anything he pleases.