Pink Flamingos (1972)
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Average Rating: 6.5/10
Critic Reviews: 5
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Average Rating: 3.5/5
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Renegade filmmaker and noted aficionado of expressive bad taste John Waters exploded into international infamy with this darkly comic, no-budget parade of the perverse (his third feature film, and first in color), in which plus-size cross-dresser Divine stars as Babs Johnson, a flashy criminal on the lam from the FBI who is hiding out in a trailer outside of Baltimore, MD. Accompanying Babs are her mother (Edith Massey), an obese and dim-witted woman who is malignly obsessed with eggs; her
Mar 17, 1972 Wide
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While the film now looks primitive and even more amateurish, it is laudable, if that's the right word, because unlike most movies being made these days, almost everything that happens in it is absolutely, horrifyingly real.
Waters works best with some restrictions on his license. He's much better as a subversive than he is an anarchist.
But what made Waters unique was the joyous quality of his work, the wicked delight he took in trashy obscenity.
This bad-taste comedy put John Waters on the map as the propeht of low budget, trashy but signficant indie films
gag-inducing and breathtaking at the same time.
People complain about shock cinema and how far it has to go now to penetrate our jaded, desensitized sensibilities. Come meet the grandfather of it all!
[A] demented comedy that defecates on everything the '60s stood for, and then allows the drag queen in the lead to eat in, right on camera.
Infamously sick and certainly worth seeing ... but don't expect much.
Hard to make an argument based on sheer artistry; impossible to make an argument against outrageous charm and transfixing weirdness.
The film Waters is still trying to top.
Crude John Waters opus, but fitfully funny and undeniably gross.
What can anybody say about this movie? A great, big middle finger of a movie that has shocked and liberated audiences for decades.
As a cinematic pipebomb placed under America's movie seat, it can't be beat.
Pink Flamingos is the cinematic equivalent of the entire alphabet in one, prolonged belch. However relevant in this analogy, Pink Flamingos is not confined to the practices of immaturity; it is timelessly repulsive.
What makes it all so cheerfully engaging are the larger than life performances from actors who are hardly professional but compulsively watchable, especially Waters' superstar, the irrepressible Divine.
a deranged home movie that took the midnight circuit by storm with its trashy excess, low-brow aesthetic, and raunchy delight in whatever perversions Waters could dream up
Audience Reviews for Pink Flamingos
- Babs Johnson: Honey! Why are we out of afterbirth?
- Connie Marble: I guess there's just two kind of people Miss Sandstone. My kind of people, and ass holes. It's rather obvious which category you fit into. Have a nice day.
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