Although THE GODFATHER might have won the Academy Award for Best Picture,
everybody knows the best film from 1972 is PINK FLAMINGOS. Made for less
than $12,000 and filmed only using friends and friends of friends as his cast
and crew writer/director/editor/narrator/cinematographer/producer John Waters
somehow ended up with one of the most unique masterpieces in film history.
After learning that Divine has been named "the filthiest person alive" by
a tabloid newspaper, an outrageous couple, Connie and Raymond Marble, become
insanely jealous and set out to destroy Divine by outfilthing her. As the
film begins, Divine is unaware of the Marble's evil plot and is living a happy
life out in the country with her family: her mother who lives in a baby crib and
eats eggs all day, her Manson-like son Crackers and her traveling companion
Cotton. One day, Crackers brings home a woman to have sex with out in the
chicken shed for the entertainment of Cotton, but it ends up the woman is a spy
for the Marbles. Now that they know where Divine lives, the Marbles openly
declare war by mailing her a turd. Things only escalate from there.
That might not sound like the plot to one of the greatest movies of all time,
but it is. Being a great film isn't all about slick production values and
high budgets. A truly great film can also be about sincerity, hard-work,
uniqueness, talent and the ability to entertain an audience. PINK
FLAMINGOS has a wealth of all of those things. Yeah, it is extremely rough
around the edges and it looks like it was made on a tight budget by a
bunch of amateurs, but that's part of the film's charm. Long takes with a
wandering camera, bad sound, over-acting, cheap-looking sets and make-up...all
of these things are part of what makes PINK FLAMINGOS completely perfect.
Over the years I've seen PINK FLAMINGOS dozens upon dozens of times and last
night watching it again I was completely blown away by how wonderful this film
is. I smiled from the first words of Waters opening narration all the way
to the infamous ending. And I still had to "Ahhhh!!!" in horror at a
couple of the more shocking scenes even though they are ingrained in my
memory. I cannot even imagine how the initial unexpecting audiences must
have reacted back in 1972. The theater must have been
exploding with emotions!
I've seen more low budget exploitation films from the 1960's and 1970's than you
can shake a dog turd at and none of them has the magic of PINK FLAMINGOS.
Truly one of the greatest films of all time. Thank you John Waters and
everybody else involved. Oh yeah, both of the current two audio
commentaries by John Waters for this film are delightful and highly
entertaining.