the moment they entered Mortville I felt as if I entered someone's dream, a masquerade. I somehow found Desperate Living much more disturbing than Pink Flamingos... The child in the refrigerator was the most unexpected thing I've seen in cinema. :) In a magical way Waters manages to create a masterpiece out of shit and trash.
Delightfully crass/silly/disgusting. This has to be some of Waters' most outrageous work. What's most impressive is the scope of it all, especially considering the DIY nature in which it was all made. The sets have a charmingly derelict quality to them. If you just accept Waters' vision of a trashy kingdom replete with lesbians and rats and Edith Massey as their queen, then you'll have a good time, too.
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.
Not quite Dreamland. The end of the line for the underground films before the jump into the semi-mainstream of Polyester. A grungy fable laced with the usual mordant humour and trash aesthetic. Divine is sorely missed, although Stole equips herself well as the shrieking harridan, Peggy Gravel. A satisfyingly dirty mix of mild digs at social attitudes, exclamatory ham dialogue and Waters' upturned logic.