Shock Value | Bra pris

To me, bad taste is what entertainment is all about. If someone vomits watching one of my films, it’s like getting a standing ovation. Thus begins John Waters’s autobiography. And what a story it is. Opening with his upbringing in Baltimore (”Charm City” as dubbed by the tourist board; the ”hairdo capital of the world” as dubbed by Waters), it covers his friendship with his muse and leading lady, Divine, detailed accounts of how Waters made his first movies, stories of the circle of friends/actors he used in these films, and finally the ”sort-of fame” he achieves in America. Complementing the text are dozens of fabulous old photographs of Waters and crew. Here is a true love letter from a legendary filmmaker to his friends, family, and fans.