John Waters makes moral films. How long before our country recognizes this great American, and gives him his due?
He has more to say about your hangups than your psychologist ever did. Especially great in this are the three bears. Every bigots worse fear of the gays, and yet, surprisingly sweet and furry at the same time. Or Selma Blair's ridiculously enormous breasts. Here's a question: if a woman exposes her breasts, but they're synthetic, does it count against the movies rating?
Of course, it uncovers the great truth that the only people who see sex everywhere are the ones who are scared of it. Like on trees. And plants.
This is high parody, shot low. Let's go sexing!
Where we saw it: DVD | We deign to rate it: 85 outta 100