Three Slices of Summer – Column

September 1, 2000

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.

Pink Flamingos: The 25th Anniversary Edition – Review

June 1, 1997

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.

Cine-Trash – Female Trouble – Column

October 1, 1995

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.