Pink Flamingos Reviews
John Water's dirty legacy has filled these boots for this film to become a pop culture sensation.
So perhaps the more key aspect to Pink Flamingos' inability to maintain momentum at this point in life seems to be how it is a very context-dependent movie, and that context is not 2014. But hell, I'm just taking a critic's word for it, I wasn't around for the 70s any more than any one else in my generation.
Of course, the basic story still works pretty good in 2014. As a battle between two families as to who is filthier, you can see how much would be applicable today. It's the details that end up a bit tame. In the 70s sending someone a turd in a box would probably somewhat horrifying. Today you can go on YouTube and watch someone lay a turd on the floor of a retail store. And they do it without the slick sheen of John Waters' cariacturization. The real world has upstaged Pink Flamingos more than any movie possibly could.
Maybe this awkward bit of prescience is the true brilliance behind Pink Flamingos. That John Waters could make such an outrageous film and a mere 40 years later we can watch it and have a hard time distinguishing these scenes from any other yahoo uploading crap onto the Internet. Whatever Waters was saying about the 70s, America seems to have taken as a personal agenda.
This film is filled to the brim with terrible acting (not Divine), terrible cinematography, unfitting dialogue, and creepy and filthy acts.
What the hell is with Edie and her eggs. Omg.
I need to watch this again, begin really high.