Happy birthday to John Waters, who turns 74 years old on April 22. To celebrate, we’re republishing the following interview from the January, 1983 issue of High Times.
“If someone vomits watching one of my films, it’s like getting a standing ovation.”
Those are the words, and the self-professed artistic credo, of John Waters—the Cinematic Sleaze King of Baltimore, Maryland, the Self-Crowned Nabob of nausea, the Sheik of Shock and Schlock, the Emperor of Enemas and the American cinema’s one-and-only Prince of Puke—this last title earned on the strength of the never-to-be-forgotten climax of Pink Flamingos, where Waters showed his superstar—a 300-pound, balding transvestite named Divine—getting down in the street on all fours and wolfing down a pile of dogshit (thereby locking up the title of “The Filthiest Person Alive”).
Waters’s incredible movies—ranging from juvenilia like Hag in a Black Leather Jacket and Eat Your Makeup; to such…
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