Peggy Gravel is totally paranoid that she is uncontrollable! She, along with her nurse Grizelda, attack her husband which kills him. Both try to hide, but a cop with a fetish for female underwear forces then to live in Mortville. The town of Mortville is a pitiful community where criminals live in terrible conditions under the matriarch rule of Queen Carlotta. Both live with butch Mole and glamorous Muffy. When the queen’s daughter, Princess Coo-Coo, has a love affair with a garbage man at the local nude camp, Peggy joins the queen in getting rid of the lowlifes of Mortville. Soon Mole, Muffy, and friends start to rebel against them! —IMDb
Growing up in Baltimore in the 1950s, John Waters was not like other children; he was obsessed by violence and gore, both real and on the screen. With his weird counter-culture friends as his cast, he began making silent 8mm and 16mm films in the mid-‘60s; he screened these in rented Baltimore church halls to underground audiences drawn by word of mouth and street leafleting campaigns. As his filmmaking grew more polished and his subject matter more shocking, his audiences grew bigger, and his write-ups in the Baltimore papers more outraged. By the early 1970s he was making features, which he managed to get shown in midnight screenings in art cinemas by sheer perseverance. Success came when Pink Flamingos (1972) – a deliberate exercise in ultra-bad taste – took off in 1973, helped no doubt by lead actor Divine’s infamous dog-crap eating scene.
Waters continued to make low-budget shocking movies with his Dreamland repertory company until Hollywood crossover success came with Hairspray… read more
Trailer trash: The Revenge. Receding from the sheerly obscene pleasures of Pink Flamingos, deferring them to its gaudy fairytale send-up, and usual kitsch hysterics within. The phrase ‘lolwtf’ was legitimately made for a thing like this: a regal Edith Massey barking “Seize her and fuck her!”.
My god this has got to be Waters' grossest and most morally repugnant film I've seen yet! And that is exactly why I loved it. Perhaps not my favorite by him but still great. Waters really knows how to push the limits of good taste to the breaking point while still keeping his film humorous and fun to watch. Also Edith Massey is a god. Gotta love this fucking gross little movie that seems to operate on its own logic.
One of the best quotes from this movie: "I am sick of listenin' to your bitchin'. The next time you feel a fit comin' on, go outside and bitch. Bitch at the air. Bitch at the trees. But don't bitch at us!"