Pink Flamingos

It would be hard to imagine a film such as this one being made today let alone in 1972. Considered John Waters directorial masterpiece it really is nothing more than a parade of every local freak and deviant Baltimore had to offer all of whom just happened to know or been known of by Waters. There ain't a damn thing wrong with this either. Second only to THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW on the midnight cult film circuits of old, PINK FLAMINGOS offers classic scenes of depravity which makes me think this would be the end result if one were to attempt to shoot a snuff film on laughing gas and acid. Take your pick, the masturbation insemination scene, the chicken fucking incident, the mother/son felatio scene, the dancing asshole or the dog shit eating....where does one begin.? Beleive it or not, the flick does have a story and a plot and is just so bloody over the top it almost defies words. Ringmastered by the late great DIVINE, this one is not for the faint of heart and I must say the tagline "AN EXCERCISE IN POOR TASTE" is one of the few times there is truth in advertising. Still, it was and remains an important part of American film history and is just as outrageous in today's desensitized as it was when it first hit the screens. Check it out and tell me if you still find JACKASS to be original or funny!