Tuesday, June 30, 2026

My Review of Pink Flamingos (1972)


Written And Directed by John Waters 

Babs: "Kill everyone now! Condone first-degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth is my politics! Filth is my life!"

After two black and white movies, it was time to move into colour for John Waters demented mind where once again, Divine was at the centre of all things particularly foul and corrupt. I do mean this in a complimentary way.

With this movie, Divine was going by Babs Johnson and was living in a rather colourful mobile home in the arse end of nowhere. She wasn't alone either. Divine had her egg obsessed mother, Edie (Edith Massey) and companions, Cotton (Mary Vivian Pearce) and Crackers (Danny Mills). The latter was also Divine's son.

Anyways, Divine and her motley crew were criminals (of course) and Divine herself was proud of being the filthiest person alive. Funnily enough, that title was something that similarly depraved couple Connie (Mink Stole) and Raymond Marble (David Lochary) were determined to usurp. Why? I haven't got a clue.

As a couple, Connie and Raymond are grotesque to watch. They have a business that involved kidnapping and impregnating women and selling the babies to lesbian couples. Their manservant Channing (Channing Wilroy) was the one doing the impregnating. He would also suffer a much deserved comeuppance.

Anyways the war between Divine and the Marbles got really nasty. Sickeningly nasty with delivers of turd present, home violations and a live broadcast execution. Both side are undeniably horrible but Divine certainly had the edge. The last scene was also one of the most revolting things I've ever had to watch. 

- There's some other horrible scenes in this movie involving incest and castration.
- Why didn't Babs/Divine tell her mother about duck eggs? On the other hand, Edie's egg addiction was off putting to watch.
- Standout music: Little Richard's The Girl Can't Help It.
- Chronology: Set in Phoenix, Maryland. Divine, Cotton and Crackers chose to move to Boise, Idaho.

Pink Flamingos certainly kept with the depravity that I'm now expecting upon watching John Waters movies. There's a daft campiness and some truly hilarious one liners amidst some genuinely revolting scenes.

Rating: 6 out of 10 

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