Saw Multiple Maniacs, one of John Water's earlier, more cheaply made films. It starts Divine (naturally) as a woman who runs a murderous circus act. She's bored of merely killing and stealing though and yearns for something more.
There were a couple of times the film surprised me. Divine's church confessions are a sacred ND holy sight to behold and I believe she's truly transformed by her first rosary job. I loved the writing (if it was written) the most. I loved the intricate and endless insults: "I can't stand to think of their putrid little lungs sucking up one more stinking mouthful of oxygen to feed their noxious bodies." One woman, hitting on a man, proclaims that she wants to do "acts" with him. It's so strange! Like someone imagining how criminals talk based on tabloid newspapers!
The film is as you'd expect from John Waters. Lurid and crazy, full of arbitrary and random mentions of murder and criminality. The characters dither about in angry hazes, reeling off those strange insults and hatching eternal, pointless schemes against each other. The whole thing's in good fun but like a drug trip, you're kind of glad when it's over.
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