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Critics Consensus: The idea behind John Waters' latest has much potential, but the movie ends up being too sloppy and underdeveloped in terms of script and direction. Also, by today's standards, it fails to shock.
Critic Consensus: The idea behind John Waters' latest has much potential, but the movie ends up being too sloppy and underdeveloped in terms of script and direction. Also, by today's standards, it fails to shock.
All Critics (80) | Top Critics (24) | Fresh (42) | Rotten (38) | DVD (8)
Where once Waters was brilliantly polluted, now he comes off diluted.
A losing battle.
The problem with John Waters making a movie about the sorry state of commercial cinema is that his output is only a little more useful than what he's satirizing.
Ends up a sloppy exercise in irritating audiences instead of the sharp satire the story line promises.
Not even the reassuring familiarity of the Waters stock company (including Mink Stole, Ricki Lake and, pointedly in this case, Patty Hearst) is enough to fully redeem this effort.
Barely coherent mishmash.
Does this picture leap off the screen, or what? Yes, it leaps -- thanks to Melanie Griffith's eager participation in this act of revenge, Stephen Dorff's unbuttoned nuttiness...and Waters's knowing, caring intelligence about movie culture and its decline.
Waters satire of the film buff and the film industry is warranted and criminally under-appreciated...
Leave it to Waters to find a proper use for Mrs. Johnson-Banderas, whose natural, annoying shrillness is perfect.
As always, Waters works with an unmistakable affection for even his grubbiest characters.
Takes a potentially fun concept and basically goes nowhere with it.
If you're under 25 and believe in your cute rebel-'til-I-die heart that indie cinema is inherently True ****ing Art that gives the finger to The Man in Hollywood, then Cecil B. Demented may be your masturbatory fantasy.
At first, it seems like John Waters wants to make an audacious hate letter to mainstream cinema with some nice moments of brilliance, but then you realize his "revolutionaries" are a bunch of freaking tards and the film gets too over-the-top and all over the place to have a point.
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De-ment-ed For-ev-er!!! I have no clue why people think this is not as good as Waters' other work. So vastly under-rated, waaaay better than Sunset Boulevard or Day of the Locust when it comes to a movie about movies.
I'll say it: I'm not a big John Waters fan. But I didn't hate this.
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