A DIRTY SHAME INDEED
Take it from me with absolute confidence that this movie sucks.
It only opened on 130 screens or so last week, so you won't likely see it in
theaters, but if you're in a town where this is playing, avoid it at all costs.
Why should you believe me? I LOVE John Waters and think he's one of the
funniest most twisted filmmakers out there. I adore Pink Flamingoes and Serial
Mom. I even got to interview John a few weeks ago, but despite all the studio
hype I've been wallowing in...I just can't buy it.
There's a character in this movie that gets his rocks off by leaving "floaters".
He shits in toilets but doesn't flush, jumping up and down and clapping with
glee when some unsuspecting soul stumbles on his handiwork. That's what this
whole movie feels like. Imagine an old man shouting "POOPY" and expecting young
hip audiences to think it's shocking.
The movie stinks. Waters tells the story of people who mysteriously develop
insane sexual fetishes when they get a massive blow to the head. Gradually this
turns the whole town into raving sex maniacs, who like out of control zombies in
the Living Dead films, take over the city and force the "Neuters" (the "regular"
folk) to hole up in a mini-mart and defend their decency.
That's pretty much the whole story and it's just a ludicrous waste of time.
Sure, there's a few funny lines, but I found myself laughing at the movie more
than with it. The final 20 minutes is so insanely stupid, it was all I could do
to keep from walking out of the theater.
As a fan of gross-out cinema, there admittedly is some nice moments to get
revolted by. A man who is stimulated by dirt ends up chugging down the contents
of a dirty flower vase, and an ash-tray in scenes that are as stomach churning
as any of the intestine eating scenes that George Romero could have thought of.
In many ways, it's no different than the early silly sick shit that Waters gave
us in the early 70s, but the low budget charm of those films lends itself for a
more underground feel that works so much better with trash cinema. The large
budget and big-time cast ends up making all holes show up more than ever. Johnny
Knoxville has been in movies with people that snort wasabi powder, but it's a
shame that Tracy Ullman and Selma Blair had to be associated with this fiasco.
Next to The Day After Tomorrow, I'd rate this as the 2nd worst film I've seen
Better luck next time, John.