Even knowing the movies - and water’s - reputation, I still found myself shocked at moments. These weren’t as much the visual aspects (i.e. the puke eating, the lobster rape, etc.) but some of the insane things that are said. Things like a seeming confession to the extremely recent (at the time) Sharon Tate murder. The other shocker was just how funny it was. “I’m so happy I could shit!”
Who would have imagined in 1970 this era of ubiquitous hardcore pornography, anarchic international manifestations of incipient facisms (in concert w/, and at odds w/, seemingly endless permissiveness), and 4K restorations of MULTIPLE MANIACS brought to us by Janus Films? Well, nobody. I would hope. This is the end of 1969. And the beginning of the end of everything (and not just the counterculture). And what a joy!
I don't know why I liked this crap so much. Maybe because Waters is the only one who can make trash look like art ,because his films are the best definition of cinematic absurdism or because the very "realistic" stabbing scenes and a rapist lobster?actually I do know,but I'm afraid I'm going to disdain myself if I go any further