Although there are some interesting comments on high vs. low art and the appropriateness of middle America being viewed as "strange" or "artistic" just for being who they are, I have to admit as a whole this was kind of the weakest Waters film I've seen. I still enjoyed it because there were a lot of great jokes, but just not enough. Also the lead was kinda boring. Overall sweet message, but not great Waters.
Contrary to his older movies which were edgy, rough and provocative in a kind of adolescent way, this one had something childlike about it, and in a good way. Warm, maybe even innocent and just a little bit naive and cheesy. I would not put it in the same category with A dirty shame which seamed to forced and uninteresting. Martha Plimpton was simply adorable. Really enjoyed watching her. God bless John Waters
Easily the weakest Waters flick next to "A Dirty Shame." The story is vacant of humor and wit, unlike "Cry-Baby" and "Serial Mom," there's no true moral (if there is it's probably buried beyond recognition), and the "Pecker" character is overall just unappealing.
This film is generally interpreted as a pedestrian but earnest (read 'soft') satire of the pretensions of the art scene. I find it more interesting to view as a mockery of the crux of the 'dark side of fame' narrative: the cliché that success turns starry-eyed innocents into monsters. ('Don't become an asshole, Pecker. I beg of you, do not become an asshole') Flawed, but deserving of a less patronising reputation.
Warm-hearted but rather toothless semi-satire on notions of what constitutes 'art' and associated art world snobberies. Splinters of skewed and dirty Waters logic shine through, but it's generally a (too) straightforward and soft comedy that might make Aunt Edna blush if not walk out.