When you add it up, John Waters has a pretty impressive list of films. Ranging from the improbable “Pink Flamingos” to the eventual Broadway smash of “Hairspray,” he has apparently accumulated sufficient mileage to warrant a tour based on his observations. Waters landed at The Belly Up last night.
Loosely focused on the perennial Christmas holiday, his narrative really keeps circling (like the water in a toilet bowl) around his fascination with turds. Several of his observations are admittedly clever, but the relentless nature of what my Mom‘s generation would call potty talk gets a bit old.
A few clever elements poke through, such as his desire for a sing-along version of “Harold and Maude.” Or his riff on Clarence Thomas, or his observation that instead of candy we should give kids banned books on Halloween.
Mostly, however, the incessant scatological themes grow old.
I suppose he considers it a success if several people walk out before the show ends.
In that we did the same, I guess he was probably happy.
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