I can’t remember the first John Waters movie I saw. I grew up in the 90s and gravitated towards the punk scene, and with a deep penchant for subversive cinema, my exposure to his movies inevitably came sometime around my mid-teens.
Those were formative, angry years, and—unsurprisingly—his characters spoke to me. The one that sticks out most in my memory is Waters’ 1972 feature Pink Flamingos, a natural shocker with its singing butthole and poop-eating drag queen scenes.
It’s pure anarchy on film. I remember being so excited to sit down at The Enzian—Winter Park, Florida’s art theater—as revival screening rolled out, ready to meet the folklore firsthand.
I loved every second of it, and while Divine’s performance immediately etched itself into my soul forever, it was Mink Stole as Connie Marble that my friends and I ended up quoting the most.