Though Pink Flamingos
gets the lion’s share of notoriety and shock-valuin’ love, Female Trouble
(1974) is the most fiercely glittering jewel in the early John Waters canon. This is the film that is the apex of early Waters obsessions and themes and techniques. How do I love thee, Female Trouble
? Let me count the ways. Divine’s tour-de-force acting as the unhinged Dawn Davenport, a Frankenstein’s monster of beauty through crime. David Lochary and Mary Vivian Pierce as the fashionably futuristic but morally corrupt Donald and Donna Dasher, with every outfit more glamorously unhinged than the last. The scene of Divine/Dawn quite literally killing her fans (after throwing fish and ripping a phonebook in half, pre-empting G.G. Allin), while iconically screaming, “Who wants to die for art!?” The riff about shooting up liquid eyeliner. The cha-cha heels and Christmas tree destruction scene at the film’s beginning. Even Divine sporting arguably the first mohawk in underground circles during the over-the-top, Manson Family-referencing ending. This is, no hyperbole, one of the high points of underground, midnight cinema – and it only gets better with age. Presented by the kind sociopaths of – what else – Uncomfortable Brunch.
1 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 4 | Will’s Pub, 1042 N. Mills Ave. | uncomfortablebrunch.com