FREE ON YOUTUBE Divine Trash

Why do we love the early John Waters movies with Divine (if we can love her...)? Because everything is real. Everything you see is really happening. If it were played, it would just be disgusting, but... So the films gain a certain documentary size, precisely because they are "real" people who perform. So if you have a good stomach and don't get sick, you could praise John Waters' early films. Action of all early films: "The filthiest People alive". First and foremost Divine, who looks like a mix of showgirl, housewife and garbage can. A bit like a dominatrix and Hanzo-The-Razer, too. Of course, Divine also gets family members from John Waters: A mother lying in a crib eating eggs and a son including chickens in his sex games. Of course, there is also a lover who likes to watch her son have sex with chickens. Waters' films also offer decent neighbours like the Marbles, who kidnap hippies to get them pregnant by the butler (the babies are sold later). Waters shows us every detail. The most famous scene with Divine: Divine eats dog shit. In real. Short and sweet; whoever lends us the movies of John Waters and Divine in the video store would like to brag about it (show the cover of the girlfriend and boast that the fat transvestite eats dog excrement). No one is surprised that the outtakes of the John Waters and Divine movies are less disgusting than the scenes that stayed in the movie. Then Divine and her son "We Are the Filthiest People Alive" sing Latin in Pigs. Waters and Divine are childhood friends and that's why they worked together. Simple, because there was no budget. Divine and Waters did what they could to provoke. That's how they became famous. For a long, long time the videothecaries of this world had to fear police officers in civilian who could spoil their business with the wonderful films. That is why the last surviving lady of the Maryland film Censor Board has her say in the documentary Divine Trash. An elderly, Christian woman. A singing asshole, artificial insemination, chicken fuck scenes... Enough stuff for this lady. And then the blowjob scene! A 300 kilo heavy transvestite sucks her son out! Is that actually pornography? Richard Kern, his character erotomaniac, notices in Divine Trash that pornography is supposed to be exciting. In Divine movies, however, no one intends to masturbate. When a remake of Hairspray was made, I remember a John Waters interview. He was proud that his characters had finally reached the middle of society. Divine had become mainstream! I'm sure Harris Glenn Milstead (=Divine, deceased 1988) would have found this to be the most beautiful confirmation of his work.