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Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Reflections on ... Polyester (1981)


From the Facebook event page:

Lobotomy Room Goes to the Movies is the FREE monthly film club downstairs at Fontaine’s bar (Dalston’s most unique nite spot!) devoted to Bad Movies We Love (our motto: Bad Movies for Bad People), specializing in the kitsch, the cult and the queer! For the final cinema club of 2018 (on Wednesday 19 December), let’s wind things down with a crowd-pleaser – John Water’s delirious 1981 black comedy Polyester!

A parody of 1950s “women’s pictures”, Polyester sees 300-pound drag monster / leading lady Divine cast against type (and giving one of his definitive performances) in a rare sympathetic role, as long-suffering suburban housewife Francine Fishpaw! It’s an apt choice for last film of 2018 for two reasons: 2018 represented the 100th anniversary of the birth of beloved punk granny Edith Massey (1918 –1984) and Polyester represents her last appearance in a John Waters film. And dreamboat leading man Tab Hunter (1931 – 2018) died earlier this year. 

Doors to the basement Bamboo Lounge open at 8 pm. Film starts at 8:30 pm prompt. Arrive early to grab a seat and order a drink! We can accommodate 30 people maximum. First come, first serve! Note that Fontaine’s Christmas cocktail menu will be available, and the featured cocktail of the night is hot buttered rum!




IMDb’s synopsis: “A suburban housewife's world falls apart when she finds that her pornographer husband is serially unfaithful to her, her daughter is pregnant, and her son is suspected of being the foot-fetishist who's been breaking local women's feet.”


/ Divine as Francine Fishpaw /

A twisted black comedy incorporating divorce, abortion, adultery, alcoholism, foot fetishism, pornography and Christian fundamentalism – Polyester truly has it all! In fact, I’d argue Polyester may be Sultan of Sleaze / The Peoples’ Pervert John Water’s most underrated film. (I won't lie: we had a disappointingly low turn-out for this screening, in fact – which ended the year on a bit of a downer!). I’ve cobbled together below some thoughts, reflections and fun factoids based on my introduction to the film at the December 2018 Lobotomy Room cinema club.

Polyester was filmed over three weeks in October 1979. From the opening shot, the setting is notably posher: the affluent, leafy suburbs of Baltimore this time rather than the gutters, slums and trailer parks featured in Waters’ earlier cinematic atrocities.


In terms of Waters’ filmography, Polyester comes after dystopian lesbian-punk nightmare Desperate Living (1977). There followed a lengthy gap until he made Hairspray in 1988. Polyester can be viewed as a transitional film between Waters’ ultra-raunchy earlier shockers and the relatively more polished and accessible bigger-budgeted films from Hairspray onward. Polyester was the first Waters film to receive an R rating (all his previous ones were slapped with an X).


Obviously, at Fontaine’s we watched Polyester sans the scratch-and-sniff Odorama cards (the original William Castle-inspired gimmick Waters used to promote the film with in 1981). It hardly mattered – Polyester is wildly enjoyable without them. (Trivia: for insurance reasons, Waters was obligated to prove that if anyone ate an Odorama card they wouldn’t die!).


Last time we saw Divine in a Waters film, she was screaming hideously while being electrocuted at the grisly conclusion of Female Trouble (1974). The tone of Polyester is radically different, lovingly referencing and emulating the deluxe 1950s melodramas of Hollywood maestro Douglas Sirk (it plays like a gleefully perverse soap opera) and offers him a rare sympathetic role compared to the monstrous likes of Babs Johnson in Pink Flamingos or Dawn Davenport in Female Trouble. Clad in a wardrobe of garish muumuus and resembling Liz Taylor at her most zaftig, here Divine is long-suffering, much-abused and taken-for-granted 44-year old housewife and mother Francine Fishpaw (“I’m a good Christian woman!”) and he is simply magnificent. Divine never “phoned-in” a performance in his life, but his depiction of Francine’s anguished descent into alcoholism and nervous collapse is an acting tour de force.


Polyester’s heroine Francine is tormented by her dysfunctional family. She is mortified by her sleazy husband Elmer’s hardcore porn cinema. (On the local TV news, a female protester screams, “His theatre caters to sex offenders!” “All the neighborhood women spit at me when I’m at the shopping mall!” Francine wails. “You wouldn’t be at the shopping mall if it wasn’t for my theatre!” Elmer argues). Elmer calls Francine “a fat hunk of cellulite!” and is also brazenly cheating on her with his secretary Sandra (Waters regular Mink Stole, wearing her hair in Bo Derek-inspired cornrow braids, who says things like, “Children would only get in the way of our erotic lifestyle!”). Sexpot teenage daughter Lulu is out of control – and pregnant.  (In the context of Douglas Sirk films, bad girl Lulu in her spray-on Spandex wardrobe and blow-dried Farrah Fawcet hairstyle is in the lineage of Dorothy Malone in Written on the Wind (1956) or Susan Kohner in Imitation of Life (1959)). Lulu aspires to be a go-go dancer. “You dance lewdly for the boys at lunch period?!” Francine demands. “For a quarter I will!” Meanwhile, Francine’s cruel harridan mother LaRue heaps abuse on her for her advanced avoirdupois while pilfering money from her purse. And most worryingly, Francine’s profoundly troubled delinquent son Dexter just may be the Baltimore Foot Stomper!


/ Cuddles (Edith Massey) tries to cheer up Francine (Divine) /

On the plus side, the Fishpaw home is a nouveau riche paradise with powder-blue décor (“French provincial / they do their best to stay neutral …” as the title song puts it). Francine also finds solace in her friendship with Cuddles Kovinsky (Edith Massey), her simple-minded former housekeeper who’s inherited a fortune and reinvented herself as a high-society debutante. (LaRue is horrified by the childlike and cheerful Cuddles. “Your "best friend"? She was your cleaning lady, Francine! Are you that unpopular that you seek out the social company of your maid? She was a scrub woman! Give her carfare, a ham at Easter, but for God's sake, don't hang around with her!” When LaRue encounters Cuddles in Francine’s driveway, she struggles to find conversational common ground. “Scrubbed any interesting toilets lately?”). And just who is the handsome and enigmatic Todd Tomorrow (Tab Hunter) Francine keeps encountering?


/ "Read my lips: I love you ..." Todd Tomorrow (Tab Hunter) and Francine Fishpaw (Divine) /

Waters has pointed out that with the comparatively naturalistic make-up Divine wears in Polyester hiding his five o’clock shadow was a genuine dilemma. At one point, Elmer sneers that Francine is “the hairiest woman I have ever seen!”


For any punk fans, note that Bo-Bo Belsinger (the surly boyfriend of wild child Lulu) is played by Stiv Bators (1949 – 1990), feral frontman of Cleveland punk band Dead Boys.

The major coup for Waters here was luring erstwhile 1950s Hollywood dreamboat Tab Hunter to appear as Francine’s duplicitous love interest, Todd Tomorrow.  Long before Johnny Depp in Cry-Baby (1990) or Kathleen Turner in Serial Mom (1994), this was the first time an established mainstream Hollywood super star would deign to appear in a John Waters film. (Although it must be noted Hunter was considered washed-up at this stage). Hunter (then 48-years old, still devastatingly handsome and in full DILF mode – especially in his ruffled pink formal wear) proves a great sport, happily satirizing himself, and even has an onscreen love scene with Divine. (“Let me kiss away your DTs, honey … let’s make love, you sweet little thing!” Todd purrs to Francine).


An aside: Hunter’s participation in such a brazenly queer, campy film was brave considering he was then still firmly closeted. (He wouldn’t divulge his homosexuality until he released his 2005 autobiography Tab Hunter Confidential: The Making of a Movie Star). He may have been a has-been, but Waters has pointed out Hunter didn’t come cheap - he could only afford Hunter’s services for one week. Hunter and Divine would re-team three years later for the comedy Lust in the Dust (1985) directed by Paul Bartel. (While not in the same league as a Waters film, the Spaghetti Western parody is worth catching). I have one anecdote about the sole occasion I encountered Hunter at The British Film Institute in 2015. He was then 83-years old and his devastatingly rugged good looks were still intact! Read it here.


/ Todd and Francine on their idyllic first date /

I inadvertently misled the audience about something in my introduction: I claimed the opening theme tune was composed by Chris Stein and Deborah Harry of Blondie – and sung by Bill Murray. That’s wrong! It’s Tab Hunter crooning the title song over the introductory credits. (“You know about abundant women / Well, this girl only aims to please / Outside there's a load of noisy neighbours / Upstairs there's a polyester squeeze”). Bill Murray in fact sings the tender ballad “The Best Thing” that soundtracks the romantic first date montage of Francine and Todd frolicking in soft focus. 


Hunter died on 8 July 2018, so this was Lobotomy Room’s end-of-year tribute to him. And 2018 represented the centenary of the birth of Edith Massey (she was born on 28 May 1918), so we celebrated her memory too. I venerate gap-toothed Massey as Waters’ maverick, naive “outsider actress” and punk rock granny. Polyester was Massey’s last appearance in a Waters film (she died aged 66 in 1984) and her performance as house cleaner-turned-socialite Cuddles Kovinsky is simply glorious and a worthy conclusion to her bizarre film career. I especially love Cuddles’ habit of randomly sprinkling high-toned French bon mots into her conversations. She describes Elmer’s mistress Sandra as “straight from the gutter! A regular fille de joie!” “Isn’t it ra sha sha?” she exclaims upon entering a fancy boutique. Later, she screeches at the shop assistant, “You’re a regular little cochon - and that means pig!” The scenes with Divine and Massey together can’t help but feel poignant in retrospect and offer some of Polyester’s highlights. What a lunatic, inspired comedy double-act these two were! The Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz for generations of queers, punks, misfits, drag queens and freaks! 


Further reading: 
Read my epic 2010 interview with John Waters here.
In August 2018 I spoke my brains to To Do List magazine about the wild, wild world of Lobotomy Room, the monthly cinema club – and my lonely one-man mission to return a bit of raunch, sleaze and “adult situations” to London’s nightlife! Read it - if you must - here. 
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Next film club:

Lobotomy Room Goes to the Movies is the FREE monthly film club downstairs at Fontaine’s bar (Dalston’s most unique nite spot!) devoted to Bad Movies We Love (our motto: Bad Movies for Bad People), specializing in the kitsch, the cult and the queer!
For the first Lobotomy Room film club of the New Year, let’s revel in some old-school pagan diva worship with Sudden Fear (1952) starring cinema’s bitch goddess extraordinaire (and eternal Lobotomy Room favourite) Joan Crawford! Wednesday 16 January 2019!
In the 1950s the perennially-fierce Crawford made a cycle of melodramas in which she played middle-aged women-in-peril tormented by younger lovers, including Autumn Leaves and Female on the Beach. All these films are genuinely great, but the zenith is lurid film noir thriller Sudden Fear in which Crawford is a wealthy San Francisco socialite menaced by the duplicitous Jack Palance and the pouty and perverse Gloria Grahame. (Bad girl Gloria Grahame and Joan Crawford in the same film?! You DON’T want to miss this!).
Doors to the basement Bamboo Lounge open at 8 pm. Film starts at 8:30 pm prompt! Event page.



Friday, 25 August 2017

The World of the Heterosexual ...



The Problem with Women Today, According to Daily Mail Readers. Aunt Ida in Female Trouble was right! The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Reunion with the Prince of Puke: John Waters at Southbank Centre 11 November 2014

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[John Waters - the "filth elder" of us all  - made a triumphant return visit to London on Tuesday 11 November 2014 when he brought his This Filthy World: Filthier and Dirtier show to The Royal Festival Hall. I've been regularly contributing to Beige magazine lately and they asked me to do a scene report. You can also read this on their website]

Trust John Waters to lure the freakiest, queerest crowd assembled at The Royal Festival Hall since punk diva Siouxsie’s 2013 Meltdown comeback gig. Or the last time Diamanda Galas performed there. Or in fact since the last time Waters brought his acclaimed one man stand-up comedy show This Filthy World to town.

In his tight, rapid-fire ninety minute set, the veteran cult filmmaker turned raconteur regaled us with dirty stories like a joyous bad influence toilet-mouthed uncle (albeit an exceptionally elegant uncle clad in Comme des Garcons). [Note: I've since been corrected that Waters' ultra soigné suit was by Belgian designer Dries Van Noten!]

Outing himself as a Lana Del Rey fan, the trash auteur admitted contemplating coming onstage and serenading us with her entire Ultraviolence album while maintaining direct eye contact in an act of creepy performance art - but chickened out. Waters suggested David Lynch should produce the dysfunctional ice maiden’s next album and argued Lynch would be missing a trick if he doesn’t invite her to appear on the 2016 Twin Peaks reboot.

Perversely, Waters loves tarnished pop idol Justin Bieber even more now that he’s on the descent, admitting he’d love to cut an album of duets with him like Tony Bennett’s and Lady Ga Ga’s.

Recalling his childhood, Waters described how in kindergarten he’d tell his mother stories about the peculiar little boy in his class who never spoke to his classmates and only coloured with black crayons. When Mrs Waters enquired about this kid to his teacher at a PTA meeting, the teacher exclaimed, “But that’s your son!”

Anecdotes about the making of his notorious midnight movies were inevitable. Waters called outrageous late maverick actress Susan Tyrrell - who loved freaking out the squares by loudly announcing she possessed “the pussy of a 12-year old girl”- one of the most terrifying women he ever met.

[Tyrrell, of course, played Ramona Rickettes in Waters' 1990 film Cry-baby. He mentioned the cast also included the notorious, troubled and frequently violent sex kitten Joey Heatherton. He talked about Heatherton being arrested in 1985 for physically assaulting a clerk at the passport agency office – and then just recently attacking a neighbour whose noisy juicer machine was disturbing her. “Don’t fuck with Joey Heatherton!”]

When his elderly mother asked about the subject matter of 2004’s A Dirty Shame (Water’s last film to date) and he replied, “Sex addiction”, she wearily sighed, “Maybe we’ll be dead before it comes out.” His father shrugged “It was funny but I hope I never see it again.”

Waters cited viewing putrid 1945 “sexual hygiene film” Mom and Dad at an impressionable age as a key influence on his own sensibility. An embryonic example of sexploitation cinema, it played in Baltimore’s grindhouse theatres for eight years. Starved for a glimpse of female nudity, the men in the audience actually masturbated to close-ups of childbirth. Waters said seeing this set him on his path as a filmmaker.  

The tone sweetened when he fondly reminisced about his two much-missed leading ladies, Divine and Edith Massey. Explaining Divine’s persona as hybrid of Jayne Mansfield and Godzilla conceived to scare hippies, Waters described filming his 300-pound drag starlet crawling through mud on a pig farm in 1969’s Mondo Trasho. Once the cameras started rolling two of the pigs spontaneously started fucking. It wasn’t in the script, but it added to the magic. “Divine turned the pigs on!” he marvelled.

Admitting he still wakes up surprised that Divine is dead, he revealed that actress Mink Stole, his casting director Pat Moran and himself have bought burial plots together adjoining Divine’s and dubbed the area Disgraceland. Waters urged everyone to come and fuck on their graves when they’re dead: “We’d love it!” His is actually a double burial plot and Waters suggested if any rabid fan wanted to dig-up the remains of either Pier Paolo Pasolini or Jean Genet and re-bury them next to him, he’d appreciate the tribute.

But let’s face it, we come to John Waters for filth and he didn't disappoint. Most middle-aged straight men “are bears without even knowing it,” he argued. Waters is an unrepentant connoisseur of poppers. When he throws “popper parties” uncomprehending straight guests unsure about the mechanics of taking amyl nitrate have drunk it or stuck it in their asses. “We need popper education!” He skewered what he sees as the dysfunctional S&M relationship between humans and their pets: dogs are “doomed to suffer human caresses ...your cat hates you!” And he taught us kinky new sexual slang. A “blouse” is an effeminate top. [Note: he also lamented no one uses the expression "basket" anymore!]. As for “blossoms” (also known as “rosebuds”), do a Google image search if you’re feeling brave but perhaps not from your office PC.

/ The photos below were taken by Mia of Amy Grimehouse /

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Further reading:

My 2010 interview with John Waters for Nude magazine

My 2011 reunion with the Prince of Puke

When John Waters brought his Christmas Show to Royal Festival Hall in 2011

Full scene report from the Amy Grimehouse 12-hour John Waters Filth Fest on 29 March 2014

Sunday, 20 April 2014

John Waters Filth Fest DJ Set List 29 March 2014


/ The great Liz Renay as Muffy St Jacques in Desperate Living (1977) /
Amy Grimehouse Presents: John Waters Filth Fest
Could you be the filthiest person alive? Then this is your church: a 12-hour mass in praise of the Pope of Trash. Brought to you by anarchic promoters Amy Grimehouse, it promises all the camp hysteria and debauchery you'll find in Waters's celebrated movies – obscenity and health and safety laws permitting. As well as a marathon Waters screening session (including an Odorama version of Polyester), expect cabaret and live music performances, a Hairspray-like ball (featuring Corny Collins dance lessons), bizarre competitions, trampolining, an "eat your makeup" stall and a "tea bagging booth" (we're not sure either). Dressing up is compulsory, but be warned: not even Divine could stay looking like Divine for 12 hours. 
From The Guardian 



/ Official Filth Fest poster /


/ The cast of Pink Flamingos (1972) /

My slavish reverence for the oeuvre of cinema’s sleaze John Waters is pretty well-documented. (Interviewing him in 2010 was the pinnacle of my journalism career. My semi-regular club night Lobotomy Room is virtually a tribute to Waters). So as well as being honoured to be asked in the first place, DJ’ing at the triumphant mondo trasho John Waters Filth Fest (organised by immersive cult cinema / arts club organisers Amy Grimehouse) fit me like a tight (wet) t-shirt.




Talented photographer Elissa Cray was in attendance taking portraits of the clubbers all night. She took this glamour shot of me early on. (The Jayne Mansfield cheesecake pose was her idea) /



Divine make-over at the John Waters Filth Fest on 29 March 2014 /


/ The Girl Can't Help It: Divine as Babs Johnson in Pink Flamingos (1972) / 

Described as a celebration of all things John Waters, the Filth Fest inevitably included screenings of beloved Waters trash masturpieces (sic) (including Crybaby, Desperate Living, Multiple Maniacs, Serial Mom and Polyester, complete with scratch’n’sniff Odorama cards). But it also incorporated live music (the band Oh! Gunquit), performance art, vibrator racing, an “eat your make-up” stall, Corny Collins Show-style dance classes and the crème de la crème of London’s hippest drag queens emceeing and cavorting in various stages of undress (they truly are the progeny of Divine).  Sadly, the tea bagging booth didn't seem to happen – I would have been up for that!




/ I call this Christophina Makes a New Friend: My friend (aka "Christopher") with a slut dropping Baby Lame. Note the underwear with skid marks and used tampon decorations - an elegant touch /



/ Christophina Makes a New Friend, Part 2: He gets acquainted with Jacqui Potato /



/ Baby Lame (covered in dog food. Oh, god - I hope it's dog food) and Pal. (You can barely see it, but Pal's wearing a Pink Flamingos t-shirt he made himself) /



/ John Sizzle (in costume as Lobstora from Multiple Maniacs) and I. The first words out of his mouth were, "I'm going to rape you!" /




/ High performance art: Baby Lame and Moan Crawful. Photo by Alex Menace / 

Proceedings reached a sordid climax with the Filthiest Person Alive competition. I missed whole chunks of it because I was in the other room (the Fudge Pit, in fact) sorting out last minute audio issues with the sound engineer but I could see it through the window and it was a truly eye-popping Fellini-esque spectacle. Recall the Cavalcade of Perversions carnival tent in Waters’ 1970 film Multiple Maniacs (vomit eaters, bicycle seat lickers, “men kissing on the lips like lovers”) and you’re on the right track. I can definitely confirm copious nudity was involved. At one point I caught a vivid snatch of performance artist Mouse splashing stark naked in a children’s paddling pool, stuffing dog food into her orifices. An exhibitionistic obese guy with moobs who could suck his own nipples ultimately won. (The choice may have been controversial: the fierce Divine lookalike standing next to me shook his head in silent disapproval). I think the winner’s name was Timothy. At the end of the night, when I had packed my DJ bag and was leaving Timothy was standing outside. He approached and asked if he could come home with me. When I politely declined he asked if I could find him “a special friend.”




/ Contestants in the Filthiest Person competition. Photo by Alex Menace /



/ Contestants in the Filthiest Person competition. Photo by Alex Menace. Note woman in foreground clutching can of Tyskie. Her costume is the most loving reproduction of what Mole McHenry wears in her guise as female wrestler Wrasslin' Rita in Desperate Living (1977). I was in awe. Just look at that lovingly detailed vagina. Also visible: Moan Crawful in Leigh Bowery-esque leopard skin all-in-one /



/ Baby Lame and the winner of the Filthiest Person competition. I think his name was Timothy. As far as I could tell, his primary talent was self nipple-sucking. Photo by Alex Menace /



/ Susan Walsh as Chiclet in Female Trouble (1974) /

I DJ’d between 11:30 pm – 2:00 am (then superstar DJ John Sizzle took over). I’m officially spoiled now – I only want to DJ while scantily-clad drag queens do stripper squats and slut drops. And if only every crowd was so wild, freaky, trashy and appreciative: being surrounded by Divine lookalikes (and a few brilliant Mink Stole-as-Connie Marble-in-Pink Flamingos lookalikes) sure is inspiring. (So is swigging from cans of Tyskie). Obviously I seized this as an opportunity to wallow in deep vintage musical sleaze. I alternated tracks from John Waters’ best soundtracks (Pink Flamingos, Female Trouble – there was never an official soundtrack but I pieced it together - Cry-baby, A Dirty Shame) with songs that sound like they could be from John Waters films, incorporating punk, juvenile delinquent rockabilly, surf and greasy rhythm and blues (Waters shares my boundless love for the turbulent Ike and Tina Turner). Playing some Cramps felt pretty compulsory (interesting bit of trivia: The Cramps were approached to provide music for the Cry-baby soundtrack, but none of it was used).




/ "I'm a thief and shit kicker and - uh - I'd like to be famous." Unsurprisingly, there were multiple Divine lookalikes at the Filth Fest. This one was my favourite /



/ I only want to DJ with drag queens doing stripper squats and slut drops from now on. (That's Jacqui Potato in the fuchsia wig) /



/ Jacqui Potato doing a classic young Tina Turner / Ikettes wig toss. Note Christophina in foreground /



/ View from the DJ booth /



/ Dance floor action. By this point Jacqui Potato had stripped down to a jockstrap and was lying on the floor bicycling his legs in the air. This is the only shot I managed of the Mink Stole as Connie Marble in Pink Flamingos lookalike /



/ Punk Granny Edith Massey /


/ Pin-up shot of Edith Massey /

A few numbers by Waters leading ladies Edith Massey and Divine were also de rigueur. I love their abrasive, nasty voices which are somehow alluring and repellent. I always remember someone describing infamous novelty singer Mrs Miller’s voice as sounding like “roaches scurrying across a trash can lid.” How beautiful! What could be more punk than that? It’s a quality that both Divine and Edie share –as does Wayne / Jayne County (punk’s Venus with a penis) or Kembra Pfahler, frontwoman of New York’s Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. (I played “Pillowcase” by the latter. The snarled chorus of “painted lips, false eyelashes, dyed hair” always makes me think of John Waters films).  “Edie Conquers Godzilla” is banging techno music overlaid with samples of Massey’s dialogue from various Waters films (“I’m in a heavenly mood today!” she squawks as Cuddles in Polyester). “Punks Get off the Grass” dates from when Massey good naturedly jumped on the punk bandwagon, donning her black leather dominatrix outfit from Female Trouble and hitting the road backed by a New Wave band.  Hog Princess Divine ultimately saved my ass: at one point I was bursting for a slash – every DJ’s nightmare. Rockabilly and punk songs rarely last more than two minutes. I stuck on Divine’s six minute rancid hi-NRG disco version of Sam Cooke’s "Twistin’ the Night Away". I could actually hear her lecherous raspy voice booming from the urinal, so I knew I had time to rush back.




/ Grab life by the boobs: John Sizzle having his tits groped by an admirer /



/ Nice rack! John Sizzle in action. How many nipples can you count? /




/ Nice brief glimpse of the raunchy goings-on at the Filth Fest /

Postscript: Last weekend I re-visited the John Waters’ mid-period trash masterpiece Polyester (1981). I have it on DVD but hadn't watched it in years. It was screened at midnight at the Filth Fest but by then I was deep into DJ’ing in the Fudge Pit. Think of it as a transitional work between Desperate Living (1977) and Hairspray (1988). It represents Waters’ tribute to two of his key influences – William Castle and Douglas Sirk – and as the long-suffering suburban housewife Francine Fishpaw, features one of Divine’s best and most sympathetic performances. It also represents the last screen performance by the ultimate “outsider actress” Massey (1918-1984) as Francine’s friend Cuddles in a Waters film. For me, Massey and Divine together is one of the great comedic partnerships – like Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz for freaks, queers and punks.



/ Divine as alcoholic suburban housewife Francine Fishpaw in Polyester (1981) /

Further postscript: The Filth Fest was such a success it looks likely to become an annual event.



/ Above and below: Divine as defiant bad girl and career criminal Dawn Davenport in Female Trouble (1974) /


Final postscript: The international sin set has been waiting - and the first Lobotomy Room of 2014 is Saturday 31 May 2014 in the subterranean basement lair of Ryan's Bar in Stoke Newington (or "outer Dalston", as I prefer).

Lobotomy Room – a punkabilly beer blast! A Mondo Trasho evening of Beat, Beat Beatsville Beatnik Rock’n’Roll! Rockabilly Psychosis! Wailing Rhythm and Blues! Twisted Tittyshakers! Punk Cretin Hops! Kitsch! Exotica! Curiosities and other Weird Shit! Think John Waters soundtracks, or Songs The Cramps Taught Us, hosted by Graham Russell (fresh fromThe Amy Grimehouse’s triumphant Filth Fest, regular DJ at Dr. Sketchy London and Cockabilly). Expect desperate stabs from the jukebox jungle! Savage rhythms to make you writhe and rock!

Admission is gratuit (that’s French for FREE!!). If you're working that night -- call in sick. If you're in prison -- BREAK OUT! A sordid and tawdry good time guaranteed!


Read about previous Lobotomy Rooms hereherehereherehere and here


Blue Kat - Chuck Rio and The Originals (Female Trouble)
Edie Conquers Godzilla - Edith Massey
Female Trouble - The Melvins
Fuck Off - Wayne County and The Electric Chairs
Pillowcase - The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black
Punks Get Off the Grass - Edith Massey
Peter Gunn Twist - The Jesters
Peter Gunn Locomotion - The Delmonas
Let's Twist Again - Johnny Hallyday
Twistin' the Night Away - Divine
Chicken Grabber - The Nite Hawks (Pink Flamingos)
Chicken Walk - Hasil Adkins
Chicken - The Cramps
Let's Go Sexin' - James Intveld (A Dirty Shame)
The Swag - Link Wray (Pink Flamingos)
Pussycat Song - Connie Vannett (A Dirty Shame)
Sweet Little Pussycat - Andre Williams
Can Your Pussy Do the Dog? The Cramps
Rock Around the Clock - The Sex Pistols
Breathless - X
Funnel of Love - Wanda Jackson
Lucille - Masaaki Hirao
The Girl Can't Help It - Little Richard (Pink Flamingos)
I Walk Like Jayne Mansfield - The 5,6,7,8s
That Makes It - Jayne Mansfield
Fools Rush In - Ricky Nelson
Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley
Wipe-Out - The Surfaris
Cry-baby - The Honey Sisters (Cry-baby)
You're Driving Me Crazy - Dorothy Berry
Welfare Cheese - Emanuel Laskey
He's The One - Ike and Tina Turner
Jim Dandy - Sara Lee and The Spades
Whistle Bait - The Collins Kids
Little Girl - Jackie and Johnny
C'mon Everybody - Sid Vicious
Sweetie Pie - Eddie Cochran
Boss - The Rumblers
Dance with Me Henry - Ann-Margret
Beat Party - Ritchie and The Squires
Muleskinner Blues - The Fendermen
Shortnin' Bread - The Readymen
Surfin' Bird - The Trashmen (Pink Flamingos)
Bombora - The Original Surfaris
Intoxica - The Centurions (Pink Flamingos)
Contact - Brigitte Bardot
53rd & 3rd - The Ramones
Rock-a-Bop - Sparkle Moore
Kruschev Twist - Melvin Gayle
Margaya - The Fender 4
How Much Is That Doggie in the Window? Patti Page (Pink Flamingos)
Go Motherfucker Go - Nashville Pussy
Johnny Hit and Run Pauline - X




Friday, 9 August 2013

My Epic 2010 Interview with John Waters for Nude Magazine



/ Beautiful portrait of John Waters by Sarah Hedlund Design. Be sure to "like" her on Facebook for more like this /

(Note: My interview with John Waters originally appeared on the website of the wonderful alternative art and culture magazine Nude in 2010. A condensed version eventually appeared in the print magazine as well later. Sadly, Nude folded in 2011 -- yet another casualty of this damn recession - and just recently they finally tore down the website. I'm posting the article on my blog for posterity. I will eventually do the same for my 2011 Nude interview with Marianne Faithfull)

John Waters was born six weeks early and has been causing shockwaves ever since. The ultimate cult filmmaker, he’s turned his compulsion to freak out the squares into a career and an art statement. From 1972’s notorious breakthrough Pink Flamingos to Polyester, juvenile delinquent rockabilly musical Cry-Baby to A Dirty Shame (his last film to date), Waters’ movies are delirious, life-affirming exercises in exquisite bad taste that continue to attract devotees of sensationalism freaks. And now the ongoing success of Hairspray the stage musical (adapted from his 1988 film) has brought him a wider audience than ever.

If all Waters did was foist the late Divine (his 300 pound drag queen leading lady of choice) onto an unsuspecting world, his legacy would be secure. But years ago the trash auteur diversified, expressing his message of filth in literary form. His sixth and latest book is Role Models, a wildly entertaining memoir in which he reflects on the various figures who shaped his twisted vision. Typically, the role call varies from playwright Tennessee Williams to deranged Catholic Saint Catherine of Siena, from “outsider pornographers” to middle of the road balladeer Johnny Mathis and Queen of Rock’n’Roll Little Richard.  He writes about the denizens of bohemian 1960s Baltimore like teenage transvestite Pencil and butch lesbian alcoholic stripper Lady Zorro (think Diane Arbus photos come to scowling life) who sparked his teenaged imagination. On a more sober note, Waters makes a persuasive argument that his friend, former Manson Family member Leslie Van Houten, should receive parole after four decades in prison.

I met with Waters when he was in London this month to launch Role Models. The erstwhile rebellious and perverse cinematic terrorist whose self-described dress sense used to be “thrift shop pimp meets hillbilly” is now a soigné 64-year old clad in head-to-toe Comme des Garçons. Over coffee Waters proved to be a true raconteur.  Welcome to the wit and wisdom of John Waters.  


/ Brutal close-up of John Waters and I at the launch party for Role Models at the Comme des Garcons boutique on Dover Street in London. December 2010. Photo by Damon Wise /

Q: You were famously called “The Pope of Trash” by William S Burroughs. Has that been hard to live up to?

JW: I think he said it with humour. Coming from William S Burroughs it was like being anointed by Christ or something! I was thrilled. It’s fine. I've been called lots of different things, but all in the right spirit. I was honoured to be called that. I don’t have a pope hat or anything! I don’t have a throne. I don’t sit in my electric chair from Female Trouble with a pope outfit on, ordering peoples’ deaths, who didn’t have bad enough taste!




Q: Your book is about role models and the idea of being inspired by someone. There’s a thin line between being inspired and being corrupted!

JW: That’s true. I mean, corrupted? Do you mean that in a good way or a bad way? It depends on how you’re using that word: Leslie Van Houten was corrupted in a bad way by Charles Manson. I think I was corrupted in a good way by reading Tennessee Williams. It depends on how you’re using that word and the results – they’re very important! Like if it inspires you to keep going and gives you the courage to continue. Nobody said my films were any good for the first ten years – nobody. In the beginning nobody is going to like you – that’s what happens a lot. Or the opposite, like Johnny Mathis where from the beginning he was a huge international success. God knows, read any movie star biography how that ruins people too.

Q: You write very eloquently in Role Models about finding solace in the work of Tennessee Williams at the age of twelve.

JW: He’s still good – I still think he’s a really good writer. The plays will last forever. And I never met him and that’s fine – you don’t have to meet him.

Q: He was like your gateway into another world.

JW: Because he knew about bohemia. My parents didn't know about that world, and they certainly didn't want me to go there as a kid. Later they realised that is the only place I could have survived so they bravely and tenderly led me there even though they were horrified by it. It took me a long time to realise what a loving thing it was they did.


/ Carroll Baker in Baby Doll (1956): The kind of tantalising and perverse "forbidden film" that flamed the young John Waters' imagination as a kid /

Q: I love the idea that it was the nuns at your Catholic Sunday school warning you against seeing sinful “forbidden” films like And God Created Woman and Baby Doll that made you want to be filmmaker (he deliberately saw every condemned film he could). They unintentionally set you on your path.

JW: When I think back on it, how could I have seen those films? I was 8 years old! They maybe played in one theatre downtown. I certainly didn’t go downtown at 8 years old alone, and my parents certainly didn’t take me! So I started cutting out the ads and keeping a scrapbook and pretending I owned a dirty movie theatre – that was part of my fantasy as a child.

Later there was a theatre I wanted to own called The Rex that started out as an art theatre and failed miserably. So (the owner) took the Ingmar Bergman film Monika (1953) and edited out all the dialogue except the topless scenes, and called it The Sins of Monika! And then he turned it into a “nudie” theatre, but this was way before porn so this was nudist camp movies. He had a huge influence on me, and I pretended I was him. And then way later, about ten years ago, I located him. He was in a nursing home and I went to visit him. He took out all his old scrapbooks and told me great tales. His scrapbooks had some of the same ads I had cut out! He fought the censor board, and told me great stories. I was very glad to meet the owner of The Rex, who I wanted to be as a child! Who started out with lofty intentions and ended up fighting censorship – and losing, actually.

Q: Well, losing but paving the way for later generations.

JW: Exactly, yeah.

Q: That’s perfect because I was just about to say the key to your particular sensibility is that you’re equally inspired by the drive-in B-movies and exploitation trash (Russ Meyer, William Castle, Herschell Gordon Lewis) as you are by, say, the underground films of Kenneth Anger and Andy Warhol.

JW: And by art movies. That was the weird thing, because it was all three of those things put together – art cinema, underground movies and exploitation movies -- and trying to do a satire with them. The European art films won the censorship wars, because they were “artistic”.  The nudist camp movies, nobody wrote about but they were so funny. The underground movies would get busted. So it was all three of those influences, which was usually three very specialised areas that had their own audiences – nobody liked all three. No publication except Variety would review all three. And that’s why I subscribed to Variety magazine when I was so young. They covered exploitation and sexploitation films and they wrote about the business and ad campaigns and the censorship fights.

Q: You've said another key influence on your filmmaking approach was the cheap “Visit Our Concession Stand” ads that would show before the main feature.  

JW: That certainly was, that was at the drive-in! I used to go to the drive-in a lot because that was one of the only places in those days you could go to get away from your parents! We went to the drive-in every night – sometimes the same movie played all week – we weren't even watching the movie, we were drinking and partying. But yeah those ads were so tawdry! And now at hipster art theatres they find those old trailers and show ‘em. I don’t know about here, but at The Charles, the best art theatre in Baltimore, they’ll show an old trailer like that. “Visit our concession stand”, with close-ups of some hideous meatball sandwich!

Q: As a child you’d even stand on a hill and try to watch Herschell Gordon Lewis films being shown at the drive-in...

JW: Well, I tried that. I think I remember seeing The Mole People (1956) (that way). My parents wouldn't let me go to the drive-in – my parents never went to the drive-in. There was a drive-in kind of near my family home if you went up to the top of this hill where they were building The Delaware, this big road, and dangerously beyond this big trestle, you could see the drive-in screen. I would go up there with binoculars. Of course I couldn't hear anything! And you could barely see (the screen). It was ridiculous but I felt, Wow! Forbidden drive-in! I love that I would go that far.


/ Rockabilly rebel: dangerous young Elvis /

Q: As a child of the 1950s you've written about the impact when rock’n’roll burst. In Role Models you write about Little Richard, but in the past you've mentioned seeing Elvis Presley on TV on The Louisiana Hayride. 

JW: I wish I’d seen that – I think they only showed The Louisiana Hayride in the South. I saw Elvis for the first time on Ed Sullivan, when they wouldn't show him from the waist down. When I first saw Elvis, it did change my life. If you look at those early films, he was like an alien – you can’t imagine in the 50s how horrifying he was to people.  People have this idea now that the 50s must have been great, like Happy Days. It was horrible – everybody had to be like everybody else. It was the most conformist – that’s why rock’n’roll happened: this explosion of rebellion, which certainly did influence me heavily. My parents were uptight – all parents were uptight about rock’n’roll, that’s why it worked! All music should get on your parents’ nerves, even now if you have very cool parents. Whatever the next music is gonna be, they should hate or it doesn't work.


/ Georgia Peach / Bronze Liberace: Little Richard at the height of his beauty /

Q: I love the story about you shoplifting the Little Richard record when you were eleven and sneaking it onto your grandmother’s stereo and the horrified reaction.

JW: My grandmother heard it – what the hell is that? “Lucille!” I've seen on a website they've found the footage of him singing “Lucille” from really early. He is as shocking as Elvis. I didn't know he was gay – but he is beyond gay! He is another alien – a rock’n’roll alien. That’s why those two to me were so liberating to see at the time, and I still, when I see old shots of them, marvel -- they look shocking now! Imagine then: how parents, when they saw that, were just so bewildered and frightened, which is funny.


/ Hair hopping teenage bad girls in Female Trouble (1974): Dawn (Divine), Chiclet (Susan Walsh) and Concetta (Cookie Mueller) /

Q: Connected to that was your fascination with your juvenile delinquent classmates. You come from a good home, but from early on you were inspired by trashy people.

JW: But I went to a very fancy private school where they didn't have juvenile delinquents, I promise you. They did when I went to junior high, which in America is seventh and eighth grade. So I went to public school, but I know it’s reversed here – public school is the regular (school). And there I did see trashy girls, which Female Trouble is basically about: the girls that look like that. And there was a girl named Mary Jane I remember, and she would beat up other girls. And I never talked to her ever, but she knew I was her fan and I would just watch her. She was a violent, lunatic girl who beat up the head of the student council the day she got voted in. She was really scary! But somehow (struggling to explain Mary Jane’s allure) – I’m not a violent person and it’s not like I was for her violence.  She seemed much older – she might have failed a lot of times. She was really a hillbilly. She wore those real pointy bullet bras like Mamie Van Doren. She was ugly. I don’t think she had any friends – not even other bad girls. They had to have special counsellors for her. And I've always wondered what happened to her, but I've never published her last name because she’s not a public figure.


/ Chiclet (Susan Walsh) and Concetta (Cookie Mueller) in Female Trouble /

Q: That’s what great about reading Role Models: you get a sense of how real-life Baltimore characters you knew years ago like Mary Jane, Pencil and Lady Zorro really feed into your films so much.

JW: Yeah they do end up (in the films). When you’re young you see things that are so outside how you’re raised, which they certainly were. And they were so defiant against society. Even though Pencil I never really ever met. And to find Pencil – well, I found out he was dead. I saw him on the bus once ten years ago – great, a lead! Pencil’s life was horrible, he got beat up all the time but he still had to be like that. Was that foolhardy or bravery? I guess he was a fashion soldier in a way.  Later in life he just looked like a normal nelly gay man but then (in his teens) he looked very scary, because he wasn't in drag. He was real skinny – his name was Pencil because of his weight; he hated the name. But he was real skinny; he wore skinny black girls’ jeans, girls’ tennis shoes with no laces, and an angel blouse which is exactly what Ricki Lake wears in Hairspray. And his own hair in a beehive, but it was man’s hair -- you could tell that when he went home he combed it out, because he lived with his parents; he’d come out with all these bobby pins holding (his beehive) up. And he’d walk up and down the main street – not the nice streets, but the streets that the trucks went by -- screaming,“Aaaah!”and waving.  People would beat the shit out of him. It was I guess masochistical fashion behaviour! But he was driven to do that. I used to see him and I was shocked as a kid, coming in from middle-class suburbia. Wow, look at that! He used to hang out with his friend Cleopatra, who just looked like a big man but wore Cleopatra eye make-up. There would be these band concerts where all the old ladies went, and they would go to those just to horrify everyone. I used to go to those band concerts just to see their entrance. It was very John Rechy, very City of Night!

Q: The 1950s were a repressive time, but it gave you something to rebel against. Subsequent generations don’t have as much to lash out against.

JW: I’m not so sure. There’s always going to be kids who are going to rebel. I see them all the time when I go to colleges. But there is no movement right now because of the computer, and that is the most important thing that’s happening in their lifetime. It’s changed life forever. But it has not produced fashion. Unless nerd – techie nerd, it is a look. In the gay world it used to be called “chicken”, now it’s called “twink.” Isn't that a bit of a nerdy chicken, is a twink? I don’t know, it’s complicated shading. But that’s why, because I think everybody is rebelling on the computer. And it’s working – look at this big leak! (WikiLeaks). They used to talk about the Pentagon Papers when I was younger. It was nothing compared to that!


/ Divine as Babs Johnson (the Filthiest Woman Alive) in Pink Flamingos (1972) /

Q: In your films it’s the “badly-behaved people” who are truly liberated.

JW: Well, they’re badly behaved but for reasons sometimes. And sometimes they really aren't bothering others – sometimes they’re attacked by jealous people or people who don’t understand them. But even in Pink Flamingos, Divine is living with her family in a trailer writing her memoirs and is attacked, so she fights back. And the people I write about in the book: I mean, Zorro was a terrible mother but I didn't know that when I first was interested in finding her daughter. But now her daughter is giving the book to people who knew nothing about it, so she’s out of the Zorro closet about her mother. It’s quite a story – it’s a harrowing story! But she turned out alright. I mean, the police would have taken her away from her mother if they knew she was driving a Lincoln Continental when she was 9-years old to pick her mother up from the bar! But she had a story. In one of my movies, it would have been funny. In real life it isn't funny. So if my movies were real, I wouldn't want to live in them! But that’s a big, big difference, is when it’s on the screen.
   
Q: It must be rewarding to know that your early films like Pink Flamingos (1972) and Female Trouble (1974) haven’t lost their capacity to startle.

JW: Yeah, they didn't get nicer! The only thing in Pink Flamingos that I think has dated is that lesbians have children – that was supposed to be shocking, that lesbians were buying children. And now I know lesbians who've bought children! And it’s perfectly normal. Of course they didn't get the babies from a kidnapper who’d kept them in a cellar. That’s probably the only thing that then was thought of as shocking, lesbians having children. Now it’s shocking when they don’t!


/ Divine laughing maniacally in Pink Flamingos (1972) /


/ The conniving Connie and Raymond Marble (as portrayed by Mink Stole and David Lochary) in Pink Flamingos /

Q: It’s interesting how the style and content of your early films anticipated punk by just a few years.

JW: They did that and I didn't know it either, because my films were made for angry hippies who were punks, they just didn't know it yet. And they were Yippies: political hippies. They weren't the Weathermen, they were humorous terrorists who used humour to humiliate their enemies – which I think is a very good way to frighten.  My audience was always minorities who didn't fit into their own minorities. Pink Flamingos’ audience was hippies and bikers. It wasn't just a gay audience at all: it was angry hippies, biker types and pissed-off hippies who became punks. But yeah: Pink Flamingos was a punk rock film. First of all, blue hair, red hair: no one had that. And you couldn't buy dye like that then. (David Lochary and Mink Stole) had to strip their hair and then dye it. David used blue magic marker and Mink used ink, like for fountain pens. And Divine’s hair was dyed with food colouring. They couldn't leave the house like that: people would attack them on the street! They were really brave; they had to stay in their house except when they were filming. But then those became punk rock colours – but I don’t think other people dyed their pubic hair those colours! But now people don’t have pubic hair anymore. That’s a trend that’s alarming – young people don’t have pubic hair. So I guess they don’t get crabs anymore! People don’t get crabs anymore. When I was young we used to get A-200 (to cure crabs) but now you never hear about crabs anymore – you hear about bed bugs!  They’re everywhere in America.


/ Pretty, pretty? Divine as Dawn Davenport in Female Trouble (1974) /

Q: Another motivation to have had made those films must have been just to document the incredible charisma of your friends, who became your stable of stars: Divine, Mink Stole, Mary Vivien Pearce, Cookie Mueller, David Lochary and especially Edith Massey.

JW: Yes but Divine was completely not like that in real life – that was a character. He didn't go in drag; he didn't live like Divine. He was not violent. He was a gentle man. He was a pothead, basically. He liked to throw parties. He had a lot of success in London – he lived in London, that’s where his music career was. But then he was not like Edna (in Hairspray) either; he wasn't a hillbilly housewife. They weren't like that in real life.  I remember Mary Vivian Pearce who played Cotton (in Pink Flamingos), at the time she worked at a racetrack. Mink certainly wasn't a religious whore! None of them were really like that. Even Edith – Edith had a thrift shop. She certainly didn't sit in a playpen eating eggs! It was all imagination. Yes, no actors sent in head shots. No agents called saying we've got someone we’d like you to put in it. Except my friend Bob Adams who owned the farm where we filmed it, he owned the property, knew the guy with the singing asshole. So I guess he was his “agent!” (Pink Flamingos) was filmed like a political act, but it was totally fictitious – it was in no way “documentary”. But people really did believe that at the time: they were really scared of us. They thought we lived in a trailer, ate shit, killed people. They did, actually! It was amazing. People used to say to me, “So do you still live up in the trailer?” First of all, didn't you see that it burned down? But they said that seriously: they thought that I lived up there with Divine.



/ The cast of Female Trouble (1974): Mink Stole (Taffy), Mary Vivian Pearce (Donna Dasher), David Lochary (Donald Dasher), Divine (Dawn Davenport) and Edith Massey (Aunt Ida) /

Q: One of the things that characterises your films, especially the early ones, is the perfectly judged bad acting. It’s probably harder to capture than it looks!

JW: I did encourage them to. And that was the bad Russ Meyer / Tura Satana influence, is to scream: everyone screams! And I look back at it now, and it is bad acting and it’s my fault because I directed them that way. And I don’t direct that way now: I tell them to downplay. Especially with anybody like Mink, who’s worked with me from those periods. But Mink was always a really good actress. She usually played the villain and was usually against Divine, and Divine usually won. But I guess that added to the Theatre of the Ridiculous, the Artaud, and all that stuff I read. That confrontation – it’s relentless. You watch Desperate Living and it’s all this turning and shouting, which I would never do today. But I guess that was just part of the style that didn't seem to hurt at the time. It was not ever purposeful bad acting, but I did encourage them to overact and to say it as if they believed every word of it. And I still do that. Even with Kathleen Turner, I’d say “Don’t ever wink to the camera.”

Q: No one swears with such venom as Divine.

JW: And Mink’s pretty good at cussing!


/ Mink Stole as Connie Marble in Pink Flamingos (1972) /

Q: No drama teacher in the world could teach someone to act like Edith Massey.


/ Edith Massey as Mama Edie in Pink Flamingos (1972) /

JW: I always said she was an outsider comedienne. She could drive the other actors crazy because she really had a hard time memorising lines. In my earlier movies there was only one take – you had to do three pages of dialogue and if there was one mistake you had to do the whole thing over, there was no cut-aways, there was no coverage. It worked with Edie but usually someone in real life who’s a “character”, it doesn't work – they can only be themselves and they get upset, they get uptight when the camera is on them. Edith was a special case, but she was an outsider actress. She was never quite sure why people liked her so much, but she was in on it. She wasn't retarded. Some people thought I took advantage of her – I disagree with that because it made her life better. She toured, she opened her shop because fans came in all the time, she sold them clothes. Edie wasn't quite sure why it worked, but she was in on it. I mean, she hated that black leather outfit from Female Trouble, but later she had to get another one made because everyone wanted her to wear it and it didn't fit anymore.

Q: But she must have been a tough cookie as well.

JW: She wasn't a tough cookie. She was very vulnerable.

Q: But she had a tough life.

JW: She had a tough life. She said to me once, “I wouldn't have minded if I’d gone to jail. I think that would be a nice place to retire.” And she wasn't kidding. They would take care of her. Wow, Edie – aim higher! But she was in jail – she wasn't someone you’d ever imagine had been in jail, because if there was ever a person without a mean bone in her body, it was Edith. Except when she drank: then she’d turn completely and get mean: “I hate eggs!” I only saw her drunk a couple of times. She knew it wasn't a good idea.



/ Two shots of Edith Massey as Aunt Ida in Female Trouble (1974) /

Q: You've said the morality behind all of your films is “Mind your own business.”

JW: It is. It’s the politics of it, I think: Don’t just instantly judge somebody because you don’t really know what’s going to happen. You don’t know what caused it, what the back-story is. And there’s plenty of back-story. Don’t be so sure it couldn’t happen to you. Like with Leslie (Van Houten). Your kid never met Charles Manson. Those kids were not The Village of the Damned. They became that. Cults are a scary thing. And they’re all the same. The People’s Temple, David Koresh: the isolation, a leader, the end of the world. It’s all the same all that stuff. Don’t be so sure. I know when I taught in prisons I met the families – it could happen to your kid. Don’t be judging others, because it could happen to you – really! Lots could happen.


/ Divine in perhaps his greatest role, as Dawn Davenport in Female Trouble (1974) /

Q: I remember you saying in Vanity Fair years ago that all your films are about families -- they may be grotesque and dysfunctional, but it’s still about families.

JW: I think people, how they behave with their family is interesting. And no matter what your parents are like, you’re affected by it. You become them, you become a different version of them, you become an anti-version of them. And everybody knows how stressful it can be being with their family. I think humour is often based on imagining the worst that can happen: it can be funny, but you don’t want that to happen in real life.  And family can be the ultimate support and very, very important. You don’t get to pick your kids and you don’t get to pick your parents. There’s a truce that has to happen, and that takes maturity on both sides to make that happen. And if you’re lucky that comes a little later in life, if you didn't have it in the beginning.


/ Divine in Female Trouble (1974) /

Q: You've never made a film outside of Baltimore and you've said you never will.

JW: I would if had to, and I might have to because Maryland’s not giving the incentives back right now for filmmaking like Michigan and other places like that are. But I still couldn't get Fruitcake made. If I had to go somewhere else now I would. I could – it would still say “directed by”, I’d get to say “Cut!” and “Action!” But usually I write it for specific neighbourhoods. Like Pecker (1998) was written for that neighbourhood. I could make it somewhere else, but I hope I don’t have to.

Q: It’s reassuring to read in the book that the parts of Baltimore recognisable from your films are still there, if you search for them. It hasn't been too gentrified.

JW: Yeah, you have to look. Some of them have been gentrified, but it’s good that parts of it have been gentrified because if it wasn't the whole neighbourhood would have closed. It would just be torn down or burned down! In Baltimore way more than any other city you always have to find those little places that only a native, someone who really lives there, knows about. But even in Baltimore some nights you go out and it’s great and some nights it’s terrible. It just depends. It’s hit-and-miss. But it is definitely still there.

Q: And Baltimore is still inspiring you.

JW: Yes, it does. Really, when I need ideas, I go home. I always find something.

Q: Are there any of your films you feel is under-appreciated or in need of reappraisal?

JW: All of them to me are the same. To me, Hairspray (1988), A Dirty Shame (2004), Cecil B Demented (2000) they’re all exactly the same to me. I don’t get why one does better than the other. Even though I guess in hindsight ... but they’re all the same. If you've never seen one of my movies, pick the boxed set, close your eyes, pick one, and you’ll get what I’m about. When they ask me to pick ones when I’m making an appearance, I’ll always pick ones that maybe you didn't see. I never pick Hairspray or Pink Flamingos because they’re easily available. I always pick maybe Desperate Living (1977) and a later one like Cecil B Demented. But they’re all easy to see, at least in America. They’re all available on DVD -- like paperback books are, like a back list.

Q: Well, not Mondo Trasho (1969).

JW: No, that’s because of music rights.  That’ll never be on DVD. It’s 90-minutes of music that we never paid for! To buy that music now it would cost $10 million for a movie that cost $2000! Even though I stop the pirate versions of Mondo Trasho every day on eBay, that’s the only way you’re going to see that one.



/ Mondo Trasho (1969) sometimes crops up in its entirety on Youtube and then gets yanked back down again. At the moment there are just fragments, like this truly wonderful scene /


/ Divine as Lady Divine in Multiple Maniacs (1970): proprietress of the carnival sideshow The Cavalcade of Perversion, serial killer and cannibal /

Q: And what about Multiple Maniacs (1970)?

JW: That’s out of release because of four songs that are not paid for, too. A UK company was going to release it, but now the DVD business is so terrible ... Because we’d have to pay for four new songs to put in. Which I could easily do, it wouldn't make any difference because they’re instrumental rockabilly songs – not like “How Much is That Doggy in the Window” in Pink Flamingos, a signature song. But I don’t know if that’s going to happen now because the DVD business is completely black everywhere. With the recession the first thing people noticed was, “Wait a minute, I have twenty DVDs still in plastic! I haven’t watched ‘em!” It was the first thing they stopped buying. Except for TV series boxed sets. The way things are going, soon you won’t even need DVDs – you’ll be watching them on your computer.




/ The full version of Multiple Maniacs is currently on Youtube and is a must-see: it represents early, embryonic John Waters in the raw, with great performances from Divine and Mink Stole -- and featuring the screen debut of Edith Massey /

Q: Speaking of music, your films are characterised by wonderful soundtracks: rockabilly, twang-y surf instrumentals, 1950s rhythm and blues.

JW: I've used everybody from Little Richard to The Locust to Country & Western music. My favourite to use is vintage novelty – that’s what I like best! I love all that stuff. It’s all from my own record collection – I've plucked that clean through the years! The music is very important when I’m writing the script. I use it as a narrator. It’s telling the story, too. The words and music are advancing the narrative.


/ Denizens of Mortville in Desperate Living (1977). L-R: Grizelda Brown (Jean Hill), Peggy Gravel (Mink Stole) and Mole McHenry (Susan Lowe) /


/ Peggy Gravel (Mink Stole) being tormented by Liz Renay's boobs in Desperate Living (1977) /

Q: You told Bruce La Bruce that Desperate Living is “the worst of all my films. And it’s the grimmest!”

JW: It did the worst. It’s the only one of my films to never get a TV deal anywhere. Pink Flamingos is shown uncut on the Sundance channel in America a lot, which I’m shocked by and if Pink Flamingos can, Desperate Living can – Pink Flamingos has blow jobs! Divine was supposed to play Mole, which would have been Divine as a butch lesbian. But Divine was doing this play and couldn't. So thank God for Susan Lowe who was not a lesbian, who was a straight woman who completely shaved her head (for the role) and got turned into that: her children were sobbing, her boyfriend broke up with her. It ruined her life during that period – sometimes you have to really suffer to be in my films! It does have an audience now. It did the worst financially when it came out.  Variety called it “amateur night on the psycho ward”, it was really dismissed. Looking back at it now, out of all of my movies it was the least commercial. And screaming constantly in that movie! But I don’t dislike it. Some people like it best!


/ The glorious cast of Desperate Living: Susan Lowe (Mole McHenry), Liz Renay (Muffy St Jacques), Jean Hill (Grizelda Brown) and Mink Stole (Peggy Gravel) /

Q: That first twenty minutes or so, of Mink Stole having a nervous breakdown in her bedroom. That’s just brilliant.

JW: What’s weird is that was my mother’s house! That’s my parents’ bedroom!


/ The performance of a life time: Mink Stole on majestic form as Peggy Gravel in Desperate Living (1977) /

Q: Your early work is more violent and has a nihilistic angry edge. I get the impression you worked out some issues making your films as they became less violent as time went on. True?

JW: Well who wants to be an angry 64-year old? But A Dirty Shame, though – is that angry? I guess not, but it had more censorship problems practically than Pink Flamingos because of the Motion Picture Association of America. If you look at why I got an NC-17 rating for that movie, it’s still ridiculous to me.  You look at Jackass, at Black Swan: they got an R. And I think they deserved an R, but I did too! ‘Cause there’s no sex in that movie – you don’t even see sex. I asked, “What can I cut?” And they said, “We stopped taking notes”. Liberal censors are the scariest. London has them too. They said about Pink Flamingos, “We don’t know how to deal with intentional bad taste.” Liberal censors are scary because they make sense. There’s another side to that argument which you never get to say. A dumb censor just says, “We can’t have this!” and it’s a joke and everybody laughs and they help your movie – and they lose. Liberal censors win!

Q: But did you work out some of your issues from making those earlier angrier films?

JW: Certainly. As you get older you should get less angry. When you’re 20 you can be a drunk, you can be a drug addict and you can still be cute and funny and pissed-off. But at 64 to be angry and a drug addict? I don’t know too many 64-year old drug addicts, but the few I know are no fun to be around, I promise you! I’m not saying I’m not interested in angry people, and I’m certainly not saying I’m a mellow person but I’m a fairly happy person. I don’t think I was ever that unhappy. Maybe when I was young and figuring stuff out I was pretty nutty. I did a lot of drugs but nothing bad ever happened to me. I was never drug addict, never an alcoholic – I was a cigarette addict.

Q: And you kicked that.

JW: Yeah. But I figured my life out how it works for me to live. I’m not saying everybody should live the life I live. I live in four cities.  Most people would hate that. I like it ‘cause I have four different lives. I live alone. And I’m quite happy to live alone. Not everybody would want to live their life the way I do, but I don’t expect people to. So I think each person has to figure out their own happiness, their neuroses, their strong points, put them all together – because you’re never going to change that much – and figure out how to live so they’re not doing self-destructive things.

Q: At the end of Role Models in the acknowledgements you describe your readership as “healthy, happily damaged readers.”

JW: I think they are! A happy neurotic: it’s a concept that’s palpable. They realise maybe we’re never going to fit in, but then we don’t want to. But now everybody wants to not fit in. It’s no longer a badge of honour to be a misfit. It’s almost required in any business to do something “outside of the box” or “edgy”. They always say they want “edgy”, until you give it to them! That’s what I've learned! But I think my career’s been understood. I've been doing this for a long time. And I've got a lot of different careers. I can tell a story in a book, or I could make a movie. Or maybe I couldn't make a movie right now. I couldn't get it funded because the last one didn't make money (2004’s A Dirty Shame remains Waters’ last film to date). And that’s how long they think back in any business today, even in books. You don’t get a career view; you get the last thing you did. And that’s why in Hollywood now they just want you to sign up someone who was in a hit movie with young people within the last 6 months. If Katherine Hepburn came back to life and climbed out of the grave in a resurrection, she couldn't get a job! You could try to explain who she was, they’d still say no. Or let’s just say Elizabeth Taylor – they would never go for that. It’s a very, very different market place. I recognise that. I’m not whining about it. It should be.



/ Trailer for A Dirty Shame (2004) /

Q: You've touched on something in there, about how much you've diversified over the years. Not just films, but books, teaching in prison...

JW: I haven’t done that too much lately, but I've counselled people from prison my lawyer has sent me to talk to. I have a visual art career. I've curated things. I have two different spoken word careers: I have a Christmas show and a “This Filthy World” show.  

Q: You've acted in other peoples’ films.

JW: I've been in The Simpsons. I've been in a Woody Allen movie (Sweet and Lowdown, 1999), I was in a Herschell Gordon Lewis movie (Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat, 2002). I was in Danielle Steel’s Family Album (1994) – there’s one you won’t know about! I did a TV show for an entire year; it was called Love You to Death (2006-2007). It was on Court TV, which is now True TV. I played the “Groom Reaper”.  I did a whole season of that, it was shot in Canada. I was in one of the Chucky films, Seed of Chucky! (2004). I act once in a while. I don’t seek it out. I don’t read! Although I did read for a Cadillac commercial last week that I wanted to get, but I didn't get.


/ Zap! Waters' guest appearance in the memorable 1997 Simpsons episode "Homer's Phobia" /

So I always think there are new careers, and ways to take my twisted brain! I teach first grade class sometimes, in a public school in Baltimore. I've gone in four times.

Q: (Stunned at the incongruity) Teaching little kids?

JW: Yeah. It was great. They were hanging off me. We make little fake movies and we do improv. But yeah, I go in there – I mean, I’m appropriate! I don’t say inappropriate things. Well, I used to do that as a hobby – say inappropriate things to children, but not damaging things! And I don’t want a kid, but I like kids and kids generally like me – ‘cause I just treat ‘em like adults! I bring a little camera, I bring a little clapstick, fake microphones and we pretend to make films. There’s no film in the camera. We did one about a boy who couldn't stop lying, a boy who flew who couldn't convince anybody, airplane crash – they love doing airplane crash. Red carpet – they love red carpet! They pretend to be Brad and Angelina, or Justin Bieber, who I’m on TV with tonight (they were both guests on The Graham Norton Show).


/ I'm a Bad, Bad Girl: Susan Tyrrell as Ramona Rickettes and Traci Lords as Wanda Woodward in Cry-Baby (1990). Tyrrell died last summer: read my obituary for her here  /

Q: For a while in the late 80s / early 90s when you made Hairspray (1988) and Cry-Baby (1990) back to back, it looked you were on a one-man mission to revive the musical in a really interesting way.

JW: When you think about it, Cry-Baby was a musical – Hairspray was a dance movie. There were no original songs in it, except Rachel Sweet doing the Hairspray theme song. Yeah, I was – but I did it and I’m not going to do another one. And plus Cry-Baby didn’t really work at the time. But now it’s still probably seen more than any other movie I've ever made, including Hairspray, because of television and the whole world of Johnny Depp.



Q: I’m really into the rockabilly scene, and trust me that film is beloved.

JW: Well, I love rockabilly. To me, I still like it. That’s what Elvis was. The rockabilly thing – I remember they were really uptight when I put the rebel flag behind things (in some scenes). But they do! That’s totally realistic -- but touchy! And Amy Locane, there was one scene they were uncertain about but let me keep in, where she drinks her tears! And then it became a musical too on Broadway (in 2008), and I liked what they did. But it was not a success.

Q: I remember reading about that in The Village Voice. In a fairer world, Cry-Baby should be more famous than Grease. Grease is a stupid movie!

JW: Well, but Grease came first and it made John Travolta a star. I’m friends with the director (Randall Kleiser) and Allen Carr, the lunatic producer of that movie. But that’s the thing; my movies always have that irony and that edge in them. We’re doing the genre but Grease isn't parodying the genre, it is the genre. So Cry-Baby is parodying Grease in a way, because Grease came first. But what I was really parodying in Cry-Baby was Elvis movies, and nobody got that because the big fans of Johnny Depp then were all teenage girls. The big mystery was we had one test screening, the first one. As soon as he came on the screen it was like an Elvis movie: every girl started screaming. It never happened again, not at one screening ever again. And they realised eventually that I was making fun of them. That’s why it didn't work, commercially. Although in the long run it did work. It still plays all the time.

Q: Is it still true the biggest budget you've ever worked with was for Serial Mom (1994)?

JW: Yeah. $13 million.

Q:  I thought it would've been Cry-Baby because it looks so luxurious.

JW: But it was also later, so it was just inflation. And to be honest, Kathleen Turner got a lot – which she deserved. She got more than Johnny Depp at the time. Because Kathleen Turner had been a star for a long time and Johnny Depp, it was his first movie outside of his hit television show, which he hated, 21 Jump Street -- which I see they’re re-making as a movie now.

Q: So by now you've worked with both extremes – almost no budget, low-budget and $13 million. What’s preferable? What are the pros and cons?

JW: What I want to do now is make what I've been doing for the past five films, is what used to be called moderately budgeted independent movies, roughly $5 or $6 million dollars. Used to be, but not anymore. Now they want movie stars, full unions, teamsters. There are no movies like that (being made) anymore – that is eliminated, because of foreign sales. New Line, the company I was always with, isn't there anymore. People say why don’t you go back and do what you used to do? I've got four employees. I can’t afford to take off two years for no money. I live in four places! I've got to have a pay cheque! And I've done that: it would be like faux rebel. I don’t want to go back and do a movie that cost $50 thousand on my cell phone. It wouldn't work.

Q: In an ideal world, what are the films you’d be making these days?

JW: Fruitcake, the film I've been trying to make for three years. I got a great development deal with it, they liked it, they liked the script, they paid me and then they went out of business when the recession happened. So I don’t know if that film will ever get made. I’m not even actively trying right now, because everyone’s said no. But that doesn't mean ... it’s still there. Some success sparks other success. We’ll see. I think it’s a commercial movie – it’s a children’s Christmas movie, but with an edge! It’d be PG-13, but I’d like to push the limits of PG-13 for children! Johnny Knoxville was going to be the father and Parker Posey was going to be the mother.

Q: How has the success of Hairspray the stage musical changed your life?

JW: It bought me an apartment in San Francisco. I made more money out of that than any film I made in my life. And I learned so much about a world I knew nothing about, the Broadway world. It was like going to graduate school for three years. And it worked from the very beginning. I don’t ever expect to get that again. Because nobody gets that: every single thing worked. And I think they did a great job, because they re-invented my movie into a Broadway musical. Then they re-invented that into a Hollywood movie, and it worked. It has to change again – mutate!

Q: For the most part, I hate musicals...

JW: I do too! But that’s why Hairspray was a hit: even people who hated musicals liked it. And I've seen it now with a skinny black girl as Tracy Turnblad – that is the most shocking thing! I don’t know what to say – that really shocks me. She’d be singing “Big, Blonde and Beautiful” and all the stuff about being overweight! I thought it was great; it was almost like an art project. Change it around completely. But that really shows how much it works. I've very rarely seen it with bad actors, but it still works even if they are.

Q: People who discover you through Hairspray, do you think they work their way backwards and track down your earlier work?

JW: Well, that causes trouble. Like friends of my parents say, oh we loved Hairspray, so then they rent Pink Flamingos and they’re horrified, which gives me a certain perverse chuckle. It depends which one they pick. All of them, even Cry-Baby, would be less “friendly”.


/ Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in the awesomely terrible but compelling Boom! (1968), one of Waters' most cherished films. Read my analysis of the film here /

Q: Tell me what happened when you met Elizabeth Taylor at a party and you told her your favourite films of her was Boom! (1968’s Boom! was a Tennessee Williams adaptation and mega-flop starring Taylor and Richard Burton, which Waters celebrates as an ultra campy “failed art movie”).

JW: And she was mad, at first! She said, “That’s a terrible movie!” She thought I was making fun of her. Then she got nicer when I told her I really liked it, I toured festivals with it, I liked Joseph Losey. I think it was the first thing I said to her, and it caught her off guard. But then she was nice. I only met her once, and I was there because of her staff. I don’t know if she knew who I was – I’m not sure they told her! At that party I was nobody. I mean, Johnny Depp was there, Tab Hunter, Jennifer Jones, Gregory Peck. It was amazing. And it was the day after Princess Diana died. She didn't cancel the party. She didn't care, she partied anyway! But it was like Apocalypse Now, because there were helicopters overhead (with paparazzi) and they got all the pictures. I had to cover my bald spot because they were shooting down. It was great – it was like a party at Divine’s house! She had hot dogs!

Q: You've described yourself as a“filth elder.” Define that.

JW: A filth elder is a role model. I’m trying to be humble and not to say I’m someone’s role model because I don’t want to sound conceited! I think I am, and I’m proud to be that, but it sounds too grandiose for me.  I've learned a long time ago to be humble – it works better. So to say that I’m a filth elder, I’m trying to guide you in your neuroses in a good way, so that it works for you and you can have a happy life. I’m a self-help person!


Postscript: Reunion with the Prince of Puke! I got to meet up with Waters again when he returned to London in May 2011 to launch the paperback edition of Role Models. Read about it here. Photo below by Damon Wise

Reunion with the Prince of Puke

Bonus extra material: Read about John Waters' reflections on the time he met Nico (our mutual favourite singer)