A Dirty Shame
I'm not concerned about the fact that this movie wasn't great. I'd pretty much written off John Waters by the late 90s-- after Cry Baby and Serial Mom. Then he busts out with Pecker in 1998 and shows that sometimes when you give a cult director the big bucks, it'll pay off in a serious way.Since then, he's had two more forgettable movies: Cecil B. Demented and now A Dirty Shame. I have faith, though, that before the end of the decade we'll see another work of genius out of him.
This film did answer a long-standing question about the nomenclature of fetishes: what's the name for getting off on vomiting on others and being vomited on? Roman showers.
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