But the spectacle of Mole McHenry removing his/her appendage with the help of pruning shears and a hungry dog in DESPERATE LIVING isn’t merely disgusting. It’s also in genuinely bad taste. Uniquely bad taste. Which is why, even after decades of witless, raunchy comedies and solemnly bloody torture porn, Waters’ masterpiece still makes us feel dirty. God bless the Pope of Trash.
April 26, 2013