Waters must’ve read some books on directing because Demented is the most visually expressive of all his output. It’s like he finally decided to stop hating the camera, or separate the camera from the audience, or something.
Allow me to shriek a hymn of praise to the quarter-century re-emergence of America’s own cinematic Sleazehenge, the cross-dressing, merde-munching, pullet- humping Godfather of celluloid atrocities, John Waters’ Pink Flamingos.
John Waters, Trash Trio – The scripts for three of Johnny’s finest: Pink Flamingos, Desperate Living, and (the sadly never produced) Flamingos Forever.
Many aficionados swear by Pink Flamingos, and its dogshit-munching climax does tend to leave an impression. But for my money, you can’t beat his follow-up.