What could be more shocking than underground filmmaker John Waters' crazed antics in his well-renowned trashterpiece PINK FLAMINGOS?!? Even more shocking than his PG rated turnaround movies, HAIRSPRAY and CRYBABY?!? Well, perhaps Waters himself, standing in a three-piece suit and tie, on stage in a Carnegie Hall-like atmosphere, doing a stand-up dinner theater routine based on his life obsessions and making crazy little movies where he had his actors eat dog crap---for real! That the audience attending this show looks like it's full of $200.00- a -plate, foo-foo elitists (who would never WATCH his underground movies) is just icing on the cake for this "documentary" of stand-up confession and nostalgia. Waters covers his childhood, his warped love for crazy people and court trials, his homosexuality, and a bullet point "best of the worst situations" making his movies, especially the underground ones. He does cover his Hollywood experiences as well, all in good fun. Amazingly, I found myself laughing at most everything Waters said, as his warped perspective on everything is just so original and hard to beat. He's in top form here, basically dishing out the dirt on himself while jovially relaying his skewed outlook on pop culture and life. There's moments when the audience actually seems aghast at some of the things he says, nearly shocked senseless and choking on the rubber chicken coated with napalm gravy from their plates, and I found that hilarious too. Who did these people think they were seeing? Waters is director of PINK FLAMINGOS and author of SHOCK VALUE (an excellent book on the making of his underground films, which covers much of the same material of this stage show). Irreverent, sick, brutally honest and stunningly outrageous, you will love John Waters in THIS FILTHY WORLD if you're a fan of his work---especially his early work and stuff like SERIAL MOM. All others, avoid this one like a bad flu. But it's a masterpiece of ingenuity, transformation, and inspiration for all the starving digital videomakers out there hoping to follow in the Prince of Puke's footsteps! But I'm happy (and sad) to say, there's only one John Waters!
What could be more shocking than underground filmmaker John Waters' crazed antics in his well-renowned trashterpiece PINK FLAMINGOS?!? Even more shocking than his PG rated turnaround movies, HAIRSPRAY and CRYBABY?!? Well, perhaps Waters himself, standing in a three-piece suit and tie, on stage in a Carnegie Hall-like atmosphere, doing a stand-up dinner theater routine based on his life obsessions and making crazy little movies where he had his actors eat dog crap---for real! That the audience attending this show looks like it's full of $200.00- a -plate, foo-foo elitists (who would never WATCH his underground movies) is just icing on the cake for this "documentary" of stand-up confession and nostalgia. Waters covers his childhood, his warped love for crazy people and court trials, his homosexuality, and a bullet point "best of the worst situations" making his movies, especially the underground ones. He does cover his Hollywood experiences as well, all in good fun. Amazingly, I found myself laughing at most everything Waters said, as his warped perspective on everything is just so original and hard to beat. He's in top form here, basically dishing out the dirt on himself while jovially relaying his skewed outlook on pop culture and life. There's moments when the audience actually seems aghast at some of the things he says, nearly shocked senseless and choking on the rubber chicken coated with napalm gravy from their plates, and I found that hilarious too. Who did these people think they were seeing? Waters is director of PINK FLAMINGOS and author of SHOCK VALUE (an excellent book on the making of his underground films, which covers much of the same material of this stage show). Irreverent, sick, brutally honest and stunningly outrageous, you will love John Waters in THIS FILTHY WORLD if you're a fan of his work---especially his early work and stuff like SERIAL MOM. All others, avoid this one like a bad flu. But it's a masterpiece of ingenuity, transformation, and inspiration for all the starving digital videomakers out there hoping to follow in the Prince of Puke's footsteps! But I'm happy (and sad) to say, there's only one John Waters!
