Everyone should see at least one early Waters film (this was his first feature); whether you can take two is a matter of personal bad taste. From the moment the picture wobbles reluctantly on to the screen, this clearly demonstrates that the Baltimore boy was ahead of his time when it came to punk aesthetics and shock for shock's sake. Especially in his next epic, Multiple Maniacs, inspired by the Sharon Tate killing, which has the obscene Divine as a mass murderer, delayed on her way to her final carnage by the Religious Whore (Mink Stole) who gives her a 'rosary job' before the altar. Less blasphemous, Mondo Trasho finds Divine lugging round the lifeless body of Mary Vivian Pearce, whom she has run over with her Cadillac convertible, all to the accompaniment of a tinny medley of '60s tunes. Both films are dreadful; bet they had a few laughs making them, though.