Pink Flamingos (1972)
Updated: Jul 31, 2019
I’ve not watched a film in a few weeks and it’s been a bad day, so for some reason that seemed like a good set-up to rectify that I’d never seen this cult classic. In retrospect, watching it was a bit like indulging in self harm. It’s cheap, it’s nasty, yet John Waters really has created a quite remarkable piece of lo-fi cinema. From the low quality unsteady camera work to the rockabilly soundtrack, to the... no I’m sorry I can’t do it, it’s utter shit! The acting is beyond raw, the editing non existent, the dialogue, occasionally witty is mostly drab. The casts only concern to out do one another as the filthiest person alive... seriously that’s the plot. Purposely debauched bad taste sleaze delivered by actors who stumble lines and look at the camera, so bad it’s... just bad to be frank. This is partly the point, but there’s really nothing to enjoy here aside a few great needle drops. Even the larger than life Divine is mostly lost in sequences seemingly shot on the fly with little thought for the ridiculously loose narrative. It’s a zero budget filthfest made only to shock and shock it does! Seriously, don’t watch this! It’s got a great poster though... but it’s still shit.