That is the question! Seen for the first time ever, some 33 years (!) after it was written? Directed? And whatever else its made claim to? Seems to me to be entirely out of control. I don't know. John Waters is usually at least interesting in his display of absurd characters and messy story lines, but - but - what in the world does he do in this one but mix up a tossed salad which is top heavy with vinegar and corn syrup and battery acid with a dollop or 10 of rat poison. Johnny Depp, a baby then of 27, submitting his tender self to the wiles and charm or something or other of John Waters, the Svengali of unfunny. Or at least this loud, noisy mish mash of a petulant Depp and his sorority of weak sisters. Love, or at least like a lot of Waters' stuff, but this loud, eyesore is minus even a hint of redemption. Miss Divine. She was always redeeming.
